All of the tugboats were leaving the Great Ocean Dock for work. Everybody was in good spirits. Except Foduck. He was thinking about all the jobs he had to complete.
“First, I must do my regular harbour patrol,” Foduck thought. “Next, bring in Linda. Then take supplies to Ceildh’s Cove. From there, I collect Shelburne, and go to work on picking up any garbage on the ocean floor.”
With recalling the last task, he floated over to the Fuel Docks to begin his inspection.
Foduck likes to take his time whenever examining things. It took him fifteen minutes until he floated away, satisfied that everything was ship-shape. He was heading over to the Ferry Dock, when he heard Digby’s horn.
“Not again,” groaned Foduck, who turned away from the direction of the Ferry Dock, and went in the direction of Digby’s horn. It got louder and louder as he got to Willy’s Island.
“Ah. Foduck! Glad you could come to get me stuck,” said Digby gratefully as Foduck buttoned onto him. With a few mighty heaves, Digby was back in the water. “Thanks again Foduck!” Called Digby as Foduck went back to his patrol.
Because he helped Digby, his inspection of everything was delayed. He was nearly finished by eleven o’ clock. He only needed to check the Dump Dock. He was nearly there, when a call came over his radio.
“Pearl to Foduck.”
“Foduck to Pearl.”
“Linda has arrived. Please proceed immediately to Blandford.”
“Yes Pearl,” said Foduck sadly as he turned away from the Dump Dock.
“I was almost done,” said Foduck, as the feeling of stress began to come over him.
Now, every tugboat knows that you cannot rush the operation of moving ships. It took a whole hour before Pearl, Foduck, George, and Theodore arrived at the Oil Refinery. It then took another half-hour just to dock Linda.
“Excellent work everybody,” cheered Pearl.
George and Theodore blew their horns cheerfully. But Foduck didn’t blow his horn at all.
“I’d love to stay and celebrate,” said Foduck sadly, “but I must finish my harbour safety patrol.”
Foduck turned and hurried to the Dump Dock.
Finally, he finished his safety patrol.
It was the Dispatcher speaking over the radio.
“Since you were behind schedule today,” explained the Dispatcher, “I had Emily take Brunswick to Ceildh’s Cove. However, since you’re collecting garbage within the area of Ceildh’s Cove, she has left Shelburne there. Please try to get back on schedule.”
“Yes Mr. Dispatcher,” said Foduck. “Great. First a delayed safety patrol, and now I’m late to do my other jobs. Let alone be on standby in case ships arrive or depart.” He thought. Stress started to build up even more now. He was very frustrated with himself.
As he neared Willy’s Island, he started to, in spite of stress, blow smoke. He blew a lot of smoke. So much that it blocked his vision. He didn’t realize this. Nor did he realize that he was very close to the rocks near Willy’s Island.
“Foduck! Foduck! STOP! STOP!” Shouted Bedford, who was ringing his bell in a frantic manner.
This snapped Foduck out of his thoughts. But by then it was too late. He was going a little fast to slow down. With a loud moan of metal, Foduck’s front hull got punctured by the rocks.
“Oh dear. I’ve made things so much worse. I only wanted to calm myself down from feeling angry. After all, feeling angry is a bad thing.”
“It could be a good thing too,” said Lilly, looking down at him. “And you shan’t be waiting any longer. Theodore, George, and Emily are on their way with floating cranes and a barrage.”
“Oh. Thank you for radioing for help Lilly.”
“Your welcome. After all, lighthouses must make sure things are safe around here too.”
Within a couple of hours, Foduck had been lifted onto a barrage and taken to the Repair Dock.
“How is it possible for a safety tug to have an accident,” George thought as he and Theodore arrived at the Repair Dock with the large and strong barrage Foduck was travelling on.
“I was too focused on the fact that I was angry,” explained Foduck. “And, I thought being angry was a bad thing. So I was blowing smoke as I thought of ways to calm down.”
“I see,” groaned Theodore as he pushed his end of the barrage into position for Foduck to be unloaded. “But being angry isn’t a bad thing to feel.”
“Nor is it a good thing.” George added. “You’re simply angry.”
Foduck was confused. How could one be simply angry.
“All we mean,” Theodore explained, “is that what’s more important is how you deal with your emotions rather than judge them. Just you were doing earlier.”
“That sounds very wise Theodore,” Foduck praised as he was lifted off of the barrage and transferred to dry dock.
“Emily told me that a long time ago,” Theodore went on. “When I was judging my emotions too.”
Once Foduck was off the big barrage, George went to take it back to its dock while Theodore went home. Foduck was deep in thought.
“So, if I had acknowledged how I was feeling and went on to collect Shelburne, then I wouldn’t have damaged my hull.” Foduck concluded. With it being dark, repairs wouldn’t start until tomorrow morning. So, he just closed his eyes and fell asleep, knowing that when he went back to work, he’d be more careful when it came to his emotions.
jimzebmk1: Genuinely devastated to hear of Michael Angelis' passing. Such a huge part of my childhood, as I'm sure he was for everyone here. RIP Michael, you will be sorely missed by us all. Job well done, and thanks again for everything you did.
May 31, 2020 10:49:37 GMT
North Star: Very sorry to hear of his passing, my condolences to those who were closet to him.
May 31, 2020 13:03:45 GMT
9: I'm not sure if now is an appropriate time to mention this, but I would also like to announce that I have raised £416.225 for the Bluebell Railway, by virtually rowing the distance of the English Channel.
May 31, 2020 15:45:03 GMT
Loganthe9f51: Really sorry about Michael, but 9, that's awesome!
May 31, 2020 22:17:21 GMT
engineerrailman: I'm very sorry for the loss of a Narrator. I never grew up with his narrations (due to being an American) but he he is
May 31, 2020 23:27:36 GMT
engineerrailman: pretty good. (Sorry I cut off for some reason)
May 31, 2020 23:28:18 GMT
Sleeper Agent: Gotta say Ringo will always be may fave but Michael was a most worthy successor and likewise sad that he has gone. Btw Engineerrailman you can edit and delete shouts on Probaords if you wish to combine the two.
May 31, 2020 23:42:29 GMT
Zack (Hufflepuff Batboy): There's something that keeps puzzling me; was Michael Angelis born in 1944 or 1952? I've always believed it was the latter, but some sources have said it's the former.
Jun 1, 2020 23:41:09 GMT
Zorgoth: Shared my condolences in the TV Series Discussion board; think I'm gonna watch some classic Thomas UK episodes on YT to remember Mr. Angelis by
Jun 2, 2020 0:31:52 GMT
Sleeper Agent: 1952. Not sure who published he was 76 first but The Guardian or otherwise he was 68.
Jun 2, 2020 8:20:35 GMT
Madness: Michael Angelis was always my favourite narrator. He gave a lot of great voices and he could always give you a good laugh at parts of his narration. R.I.P Michael Angelis .
Jun 2, 2020 19:24:54 GMT