It was a sunny morning at the train park, Peter’s favorite place. The park had a big wooden train built in his honor. It didn’t move in real life, but in Peter’s imagination, it traveled anywhere. His younger brother Jacob climbed into the engineer’s seat while Peter stood proudly as the conductor. Together, they played and laughed, feeling the warm wind as they zoomed down the zip line nearby and swung on the swings. A few yards away, Mom, Dad and Grandpa B. were playing fetch with Coco. She raced across the grass after her tennis ball, ears flapping, eyes shining. Coco could play fetch all day if they let her. Then, something amazing happened. The wooden train gave a little shake and began to move. Peter’s eyes widened. “Jacob, it’s moving!” he cried. Coco barked and ran in happy circles. Mom and Dad turned to look. “All aboard!” Peter called. Mom, Dad, Grandpa B. and Coco ran over, laughing as they jumped into the train just in time. Peter grabbed his white cane Marshmallow and got on after everyone else. The train lifted slightly off the ground. It was no longer just wooden. It had become a real maglev train, floating on magnets and humming softly in the air. “Jacob,” said Peter with a grin, “let’s go to Disney World.” Jacob nodded and pulled the lever. The train shot forward, faster than a bullet train, gliding over the houses below. They arrived at Disney World and went straight to Peter’s favorite rides. They rode Thunder Mountain ten times, then Test Track ten times more. They zipped around on the Slinky Dog ride ten times and took the Safari Train through Animal Kingdom another ten times. Each time they laughed harder, choosing joy again and again, no matter how tired they got. Coco waited patiently in the train with Grandpa B., her tail wagging as she watched everyone smile. When evening came, they visited Epcot for dinner. Peter and Mom ordered sushi from a restaurant with a conveyor belt. Plates moved in a cheerful circle, carrying Philadelphia rolls, cucumber maki, and California rolls. Jacob, Dad and Grandpa B. ordered hamburgers, and Coco got doggy food. For dessert, Peter picked watermelon, Mom chose dole whip, Jacob wanted a cookie, Dad enjoyed brownies, and Coco had a doggy treat. But when they returned to the train, it would not start. The hum had gone quiet. Peter felt a knot in his stomach. He and Jacob checked underneath and saw that one of the magnets was broken. “Don’t worry,” Peter said softly. “We can fix it.” He remembered what his parents always reminded him: even when things go wrong, you can still choose joy. They walked to the Maglev Train Store nearby. The shopkeeper was Mickey Mouse himself. “Hi there, pals! What can I get you today?” Mickey said with a friendly wave.

“I’d like one maglev train magnet, please,” Peter said. “That’ll be two dollars,” said Mickey. Peter paid, and headed back to the train. Peter and Jacob replaced the broken magnet. The train began to glow and hum again. Everyone cheered. Before going home, they stopped to visit Grandma H., Grandpa H., and Aunt Joelle in Orlando. They spent the afternoon doing crafts together. On the way home, they visited Aunt Linda in Maryland, and and their cousins in North Carolina and Pennsylvania. Each stop was filled with hugs, stories, and laughter. At last, the train glided back into the train park where it had all begun. Peter, Jacob, Mom, Dad, Grandpa B. and Coco headed home from the park. They went on to live joyfully ever after. The End.