🚀 go-pugleaf

Trains rolled through Geri's back yard every hour on the hour.  His yard
opened up onto the Tri-City Freight yard, and traffic was frequent.  Two
months had passed since Geri had moved in, and he'd learned to tune out.

But one night, the trains stopped.  There was a wreck up the track; none
of the regulars were getting through.  For once the rail ties refused to
ululate their haunting symphony, and silence reigned.  The hours without
traffic ticked by, and slowly silence began to eat at Geri's sanity.  As
each agonizing, noiseless second slithered from the Grandfather clock, a
little bit more of Geri's nerve frayed into raw, wet fibers.  Finally, a
light appeared: The Trains!  Yay!  It turned out to be very quiet UFO's.
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