Doctor Who - Short Trips (Big Finish) - 13 - A Day in the Life by Ian Farrington

Author:Ian Farrington
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: ibm, Science Fiction, General, Fiction, Fantasy, Collections & Anthologies
ISBN: 9781844351473
Publisher: Big Finish
Published: 2005-08-02T07:00:00+00:00

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'Well, 'pon — ahem — upon my word,' said the Doctor, back in the control room.

'By George, if not perhaps Saint John Chrysostom, I've got it. Other vowels to

voice at last — the full contingent. No more forced synonymy.'

However, the freedom only existed inside the TARDIS, for now. He studied the

controls. What was different? Why was this the eye of the storm, the empty space

within the circular form?

Tosh made his way out of the greenhouse and stopped every few paces to peer

Inside the sack he was carrying, with barely contained delight. He'd been keeping

an eye on a cottage for a few days now — it had been empty for at least a week and he'd taken his opportunity to have a snoop around its greenhouse.

It wasn't stealing as such, he thought, more a redistribution of wealth. The

owner of the cottage — Tosh'd seen him once, a right old dandy — obviously used

This as his country retreat. Probably had a London residence as well. In that case, be wasn't going to miss a few things taken from his greenhouse by a homeless man, was he?

'Ooh, och,' muttered Tosh. 'Job lot of goods dost hold off wolf from door.' At

what he thought was a safe distance, Tosh leant against a fence post and had a proper look at what he'd stolen.

'Corn. Box of polony. Broom. Loop of cord. Wood... Bosk of holly! Ho ho!'

jo suddenly found herself in a field, along with the three Kobolds.

'Woozy, groggy,' she complained, struggling to find the words. `Kobolds don't

sot no lorry?'

'Kobolds go by orb,' said the leader. That's as maybe, thought Jo, but for

humans, forming an homogeneous orb and being deposited out at the other end

wasn't a pleasant way of travelling.

Forty-Two caught sight of a tramp in a nearby field. 'Oho! Now Kobold Forty-

Two's got wry sport,' he said. 'Look down knoll.'

'Kobolds look down on low-down hobo,' said the leader contemptuously.

Jo had been pressed into revealing the address of the Doctor's cottage. He was doing some kind of work there on the TARDIS, escaping what he called 'the usual Interruptions'. She felt badly about betraying the Doctor so easily. Perhaps the

tramp

would provide a distraction for the aliens. Anything to buy the Doctor a bit more time.

`Long-off pot shot?' suggested Forty-Two.

'No!' cried Jo. `No. Mock hobo, no pot shot.' What was the worst they could do;

sing at him?

'Good-oh, moody floozy,' agreed the aliens' leader. 'Forty! Forty-Two! Go, for

two mos.'

They hurried down the bill towards the tramp.

'So, crook,' said Forty-Two when they reached him. 'Got odds 'n' sods "on look"?'

'Nosy...!' began the tramp, but caught his breath at the Kobolds looming over

him. 'By cob's body... Ores!'

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bolds, mbo

Kobolds,

ds,' said Forty.

The tramp tried to stand and hitch his swag over his shoulder at the same time.

He staggered, and was steadied by Forty.

`No, blobby Kobolds. From Procyon Two.'

`Kobolds? From...?' The tramp's expression changed. Jo knew the look well. In

her days with UNIT, she'd seen that most members of the general public go into

either shock or denial — or both — when faced with aliens.

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