His life was monotonous, going up and down the same tracks over and over again, but afterall "Enju" was just a train engine. It was towards the end of one of those mundane journeys that Enju saw a queer track seeming to head nowhere.The passengers had disembarked and the next journey was hours away. The idea was dangerous but Enju's mind was engulfed with excitement.
The screeching sound from the station master's whistle could be heard in the background but Enju had made up his mind, he was craving for some adventure. The uncharterd track zigzagged through the beautiful white mountains and the snow clad branches of the trees were touching and cooling off Enju's hot metallic body. In the distance he saw a mystical fruit floating in the air over a huge flourescent pink lotus, the enticing aroma of the fruit was mesmerising. In his entire life Enju had tasted nothing but chunks of hot charred coal. The sweetness of the fruit was inexplicable, he ate his full and decided to relax under a large tree with bright golden leaves.
He woke up just in time for his return journey, as he was rushing back to the station he had a cheeky smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye. He had finally found his wonderland and he was surely coming back.