Narrator: It's a beautiful night on The Island Of Errol. Twelve fresh inches of snow, sparkling in the moonlight.
Ethan: *Pulling five freight cars*
Narrator: And the sound of an occasional local passing through town.
Ethan: *Blows his horn as he gets towards a railroad crossing*
Narrator: Or on a trestle, passing over patches of ice floating on water.
Elmo: *Pulling eight freight cars over the trestle, passing Zorrin's water reservoir*
Jack The Truck: *Pulling a trailer through town*
Narrator: Even Jack The Truck is making some deliveries. While others sleep, knowing they won't have anymore assignments...
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