Postman Pat Meets Fireman Sam

                                    

                                              
 It was a cheerily bright sunny day in the village of Greendale. It made everyone feel happy, except their very own Postman Pat. Mrs. Goggins noticed this as he came to collect the post.
                          
    “What’s up, Pat?” asked Mrs. Goggins. “It’s not about young Julian on that trip in Wales, is it? He’s quite a strong and intelligent lad.”
                          
    “I know,” sighed Pat. “But he’s so far away. Besides, it looks like there’s only one parcel today.”

                          
    “That's right, Pat,” said Mrs. Goggins, as she looked at the only parcel on the counter. “But it’s very important and it’s for the fire station at Pontypandy in Wales. It must get there as soon as possible.”
                          
    “In that case, we'd better get off,” said Pat, taking the parcel. “Cheerio, Mrs. Goggins.”
                          
    “Bye, Pat,” said Mrs. Goggins, waving to Pat as he walked out of the door.
                          

                          
Outside, he bumped into Ted Glen who had another parcel. Both parcels fell down. They were unlabelled and the same size so no one knew which parcel was which.
                          
    “Oh, sorry, Pat!” apologized Ted, picking up a parcel. “I think this one’s yours.”
                          
    “Thanks, Ted,” smiled Pat, taking the parcel and putting it in the van. “I need to get this to Wales as soon as possible.”
                          
    “To Wales?” said Ted amazed, picking up the other parcel. “But that’s a long way. You want me to come with you so you won’t get sleepy on the way?”
                          
    “No thanks, Ted,” said Pat. “I think I’ll manage. Come on, Jess.”
                          
    Jess the black and white cat meowed as Pat got in and started his van.
                          
    “Bye, Pat,” said Ted, waving.
                          
    Pat was on his way.
                          

                          
In Pontypandy, Trevor the Bus stopped at Price’s General Store and the children of Greendale got off.
                          
    “Thanks, Mr. Evans,” said the children.
                          
    “Thank you, Trevor,” said Mr. Pringle.
                          
    “My pleasure,” said Trevor.
                          
    As Mr. Pringle got off the bus, the twins Sarah and James got off with him. “Think you can handle this voluntary tour guide of Pontypandy now, my sugar lumps?”
                          
    “Yes, Mr. Evans,” said Sarah.
                          
    “Don’t worry,” said James.
                          
    “All right,” smiled Trevor. “I’ll see you later.” Then he closed the doors and drove off.
                          
    “Now, children,” Mr. Pringle said, “you can go into the store and grab what you want to eat and drink. Then Sarah and James will give a tour around Pontypandy.”
                          
    “We’ll do our best, Mr. Pringle,” said Sarah.
                          
    “You’ll really love it here,” added James.
                          

                          
Inside Price’s General Store, the children were busy giggling as they decided what snacks to buy. The owner, Dilys Price, had never been so busy in her whole life.
                          
    She was glad when they left.
                          
    “Those rascals!” she moaned. “I don’t know how those teachers managed. Glad I’m not one. And I’m glad Sarah and James are doing the tour, not me.”