In which Percy the cheeky little engine goes strolling and gets into a dangerous place

It may be that I am perseverating on toy trains in this blog, and this post will be no exception.  Yesterday after music class we had cinnamon buns from Tall Grass with Jackie, and then we went and bought a second Percy.  We had left our original Percy at daycare on Thursday, and I figured that Percy was the kind of guy it would be good to have two of.  And two we had for a short time.
This afternoon we went out for a stroll to Starbucks on Academy.  Sheila, Seumas, Sadie, Alasdair and I.  Alasdair was in the stroller with Percy peeking out of his mitt.  We picked up our coffees, teas and hot chocolates and headed back.  Coming across the train bridge into Hobo Park, I think we maybe all had a bit of a premonition of Percy falling over the side.  He was no longer in the mitt and Alasdair was starting to fuss in the stroller.  What happened next is a bit of a blur.  I think Sheila and I were getting Alasdair out of the stroller when Percy tumbled out.  I have a vivid image in my mind of Percy lying on the edge of the bridge before his momentum carried him over.  One one thousand, two one thousand and blop.  He landed on the ice below.

I apprehensively glanced over the edge, half hoping that I wouldn't see him below.  That in reality he would still be in the stroller or on the bridge.  But no, there lay Percy.  He was stuck, sort of like the classic Winnie the Pooh story in which Pooh gets stuck in Rabbit's hole.  Although Pooh had to bear (sorry) some of the responsibility for his predicament.  He had indulged in some yummy treats.  I don't really think Percy was to blame.  I can't think of how his character flaw, his cheekiness, could have got him into this situation.  I think I shall have to shoulder the blame (not that we lay blame in this family).
Now Christopher Robin told Pooh he would have to remain stuck half in and half out of the hole for a week to get thin.  I don't think Percy has a week.  That ice is looking a little thin.  Eventually Pooh's friends band together and pull him out of he hole.  I don't think Sadie, Seumas, Sheila, Alasdair and I could have reached Percy.  And so we left him there.  Perhaps we will return with a string and a magnet instead of a chain of friends, but perhaps Percy will float down the river towards the Forks where he came from just yesterday.  I'll let you all know.