A monstrous train sped promptly through the rayless night. The iron bullet shot swiftly across the heavy tracks, and crashed audibly into another train. A small flame grew immediately and soon swallowed both vessels. A roaring fire jumped like a lion on the old trains. The brightest flames curled happily with engaging delight as they gleefully spread unknown terror. Two columns of smouldering smoke rose rapidly into the night sky. The spiritless wreck illuminated immensely in the gazing eyes of many small animals, starring petrified at the appalling damage. The vast sky slowly turned a dark shade of grey, as the radiant rain suddenly began to fall gently. The last flame sparkled elegantly one last time, then instantly died. The rusty residue groaned softly then lay, lifeless. As a dusty morning slowly came, terrified people regretfully saw the horrifying results of a gruesome train crash.