The Giggling Express to the Wobbly Pudding Tea

Once upon a time, at the edge of a daisy meadow, Little One received a cream-colored invitation tied with a blue ribbon. The invitation said: 'Please come to Castle Buttercup for tea. Arrive by the Giggling Express.' Little One, who was eight years old, followed the winding path to the castle gate, curious about a train with such a funny name.

At the gate stood Princess Pomeline in a sky-blue gown and a small silver crown. 'Welcome, Little One,' said the princess. 'I am afraid tea is delayed. The Giggling Express has stopped, and nobody can make it go.' Behind the princess sat a little train with a brass bell, blue carriages, and a whistle shaped like a teapot.