The Little Red Caboose
The little red caboose always came last. By the time the little red caboose came along, the boys and girls were turning away. "How I wish I were a big black engine, puffing and chuffing way up at the front of the train! But I'm just the little old red caboose. Nobody cares for me." The train went sl…
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