In a cozy burrow tucked into a grassy hill lived Kiko, a capybara with a very important job. He was the conductor of the Meadow-Express, a train that chugged and puffed through the sunny fields.

Every morning, Kiko would polish the train's big brass bell and whistle a happy tune. *Toot-toot!* His train wasn't for people, but for all the little creatures who needed a ride.

His first passengers were a family of field mice, carrying tiny backpacks made of leaves. "To the Blackberry Patch, please, Mr. Kiko!" they squeaked.

Kiko tipped his hat. "All aboard!" he called. With a gentle *chugga-chugga-choo-choo*, the Meadow-Express started down the track, rolling past fields of tall, swaying flowers.

Next, they stopped by a sparkling pond. A grumpy-looking frog sat on a lily pad. "I'm late for the Croaking Choir!" he grumbled. "Can you get me to the other side of the pond?"

"Of course!" Kiko said with a smile. The frog hopped aboard, and the train clickety-clacked over the pond. The frog's frown slowly turned into a small smile as he watched the dragonflies buzz by.

Soon, the train arrived at the Blackberry Patch. The mice hopped off, waving their tiny paws. "Thank you, Mr. Kiko!" they cheered, their backpacks ready to be filled with juicy berries.

Then, they reached the other side of the pond. The frog leaped off and onto a mossy rock where other frogs were waiting. "Thank you!" he croaked, looking much happier. "I made it!"

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in orange and pink, Kiko drove the empty train back home. He had helped a family find their feast and a singer find his song.

Back in his cozy burrow, Kiko hung up his conductor's hat. It had been a good day on the Meadow-Express. He smiled, already dreaming of the new friends he would help on his journey tomorrow.