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    It was nearing the end of the summer season on the Fat Controller’s Railway.  One day, Whiff took some garbage trucks into the Yard at his Rubbish Dump. He was just biffing the final few trucks under the crane to be crushed when he heard Scruff’s Whistle followed by a firm shout.  Whiff puffed off to find out and see what’s up;    “--FOR THE UMTEENTH TIME,” snorted Scruff loudly, “he IS FROM THE NATIONAL RAILWAY MUSEUM!!!”    “Like they’d ever do that,” said Lily, “that ‘Compound’ was the pride of the North Eastern Railway, not the North Western’s Rubb