The Little Red Caboose
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The Little Red Caboose is a children's book by Marian Potter, first published in 1953. It tells the story of a caboose who longs to be as popular as the steam engine at the front of the train, and gains the respect and admiration of all when it saves the train from rolling down a mountain.
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Word-For-Word, the 24-page story, without the drawings is
The Little Red Caboose. story by Marian Potter. The picture drawings by Tibor Gergely For Andrew, Pamela and Rebecca MCMIII [1953 Roman Numerals].
The little red caboose always came last. First came the big black engine, puffing and chuffing. Then came then came the boxcars, then the oil cars, then the coal cars, then the flat cars. Sometimes they were switched around in different ways. But the little red caboose always came last. Boys and girls waved at the big black engine. They listened to the boxcars and the oil cars and the oil cars go clickety-clack. But by the time the little red caboose came along, the boys and girls were turning away. Because the little red caboose always came last.
"Oh, smoke!" said the little red caboose. "I wish I were a flat car or an oil car, so boys and girls would wave at me. "How I wish I were a big black engine, puffing and chuffing way up at the front of the train! "But I'm just the little red caboose. Nobody cares for me."
One day the train started up the mountain. Up went the big black engine. Up went the boxcars. Up went the oil cars. Up went the coal cars. Up went the flat cars. Up went the little red caboose.
"Hang on tight, little caboose," called the flat car. "This is a long tall mountain. And you're the last car on the train." "Don't I know it!" sighed the little red caboose. "Poor me!"
The train went slower and slower and s-l-o-w-e-r. Soon it was hardly moving. It looked as if that train could not get up the mountain.
"Look out, little caboose!" called the flat car. "The train is starting to slip back down this long tall mountain!" "Not if I can help it!, said the little red caboose. And he slammed on his brakes. And he held tight to the tracks. And he kept that train from sliding down the mountain!
Then, bump! The little red caboose felt something hit him from behind. It was two big black engines. They pushed the train up to the top of the mountain.
"We couldn't have done it," said the big black engines, "if it had not been for the little red caboose." Everyone cheered. And the little red caboose nearly burst with pride.
Now, children wave at the big black engine and at all the cars. But they save their biggest waves for the little red caboose. Because the little red caboose saved the train.