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"I hate dawdling like this." He moaned. "I get hot and uncomfortable."

"Sorry, old chap." Replied his driver. "We can't go any faster, or else the weedkiller won't spray properly. Rusty knew this, but he itched to go quicker. Rusty's train that morning was a slate wagon carrying the weedkiller in plastic jugs packed into cardboard boxes and a flat truck with a large tank sitting on top and a pipe with multiple nozzles protruding from it. When the workman sitting behind the tank cranked a small petrol engine and opened a valve, liquid poured out onto the track and ballast in a fine spray.

Description
"I hate dawdling like this." He moaned. "I get hot and uncomfortable."

"Sorry, old chap." Replied his driver. "We can't go any faster, or else the weedkiller won't spray properly. Rusty knew this, but he itched to go quicker. Rusty's train that morning was a slate wagon carrying the weedkiller in plastic jugs packed into cardboard boxes and a flat truck with a large tank sitting on top and a pipe with multiple nozzles protruding from it. When the workman sitting behind the tank cranked a small petrol engine and opened a valve, liquid poured out onto the track and ballast in a fine spray.