Rumble, rumble, clickety-clack was the noise Freddy heard in the distance. Rumble, rumble, clickety-clack. The noise in the distance grew louder until Freddy could see the train across the river heading over the trestle.
"A train! A train!" shouted five-year-old Freddy.
Grandma Betty came out to the front lawn to watch the train clickety-clack up the tracks on its way north. Grandma and Freddy waved at the train.
" The next time the train comes by, we will count the cars," said Grandma.
"Cars?" asked Freddy. "Can you drive those train cars on our road?"
"No," laughed Grandma. "Locomotives have steel wheels that fit perfectly on the railroad tracks. Those tracks go all across our country from north to south and east to west."
"Lo-co-mo-tive? What is a lo-co-mo-tive?" shouted Freddy. The train was going by very fast on the tracks, and the clickety-clack was so loud that both Grandma and Freddy had to shout to hear each other now.
"Freddy, a locomotive is what we call the machine that moves the train. Some people call it the engine of the train," explained Grandma.
"If the train follows the tracks, does it need a driver?" Freddy asked.Paragraphs 10 to 16:
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