The train departed from the top of a high hill. Commanding a panoramic view of Tokyo, the train slowly traverses an art museum surrounded by grass. This is the first time IÕve taken this train, but with a view this pleasant, I'd like to ride it from time to time.
The train is structured like a roller coaster, and there are boys in the back car. A boy with a large, fava bean-shaped head, is about to fall out, so I sit him in front of me and brace him firmly with my both legs.
Meanwhile, only the car I am in derails, and I am riding on a regular road. The car is not powered, so my only recourse is to use downhill momentum to get up hills. With this, I reach my destination.
The fava bean head boy is from a local orphanage and wears a name tag around his neck. I stop at a hospital along the way and phone the orphanage.
Somehow or other I make it to Korakuen rail single-handed. "This train derailed midway," I explain to a station worker. The fava bean head boy is concerned about one of his other friends. Upon inquiry he is told, "that kid was weak, he's dead."