We often stop at small country and small town festivals to enjoy the local fare. We stumbled upon one at a small crossroads community near the North Carolina state line. There sitting in front of the community hall was a small horse drawn steam engine. It was small by most standards, making me wonder if blowing all of the extra whistles might bring it to a stop. I like the idea of a steam tree existing somewhere in the land of Oz, carefully tended by the Tin Man... thus the title.