The great derailment
I feel a shock and look through the window. The train has moved earlier than I expected. Maybe that shock didn't come until I looked in, by the way, that's possible. Anyway, it both happened. Or all three at once, because also the movement of the train is unmistakable. In the mouth I mumble some peppered terms that I should not repeat here because of my desire for courtesy, courtesy and decency. I was sure I put the button in the off mode, so I could plug it in without any problems.
But, as I said, the train has already moved, and through the window I can see exactly how the train is heading towards nothing less than a disaster. There, where the rails no longer connect due to an unexpected event, a derailment is inevitable. The reason for that event is next to the rails. Spot, our rag cat, stares mesmerized at that unexpected movement on the track. You just see the little creature thinking: I'm going to derail that train personally, or have I done enough about it already.
I don't have a lot of time to think about all this, by the way. As soon as I open the door, I'm late. The train flies off the rails, takes a few trees in its trap, and eventually collides with the apartment building that shifts a bit. And all of this, of course, precisely in such a difficult place to reach. Inside, I mumble... well, you understand all I want to say.
“Suus, “I yell at my girlfriend, “that stupid cat is back upstairs!”
She's quick and takes over the cat for me with a disapproving look. 'First, it's not a stupid cat, and secondly, you have to keep the door of that playroom shut! '
