"Look, it's not really my fault," the Master began.
The Doctor started to wonder whether coming to a village fair had been such a good idea after all. It had seemed such a harmless occupation when he first suggested it.
The first seeds of doubt had come when he discovered there was to be a demonstration by a Civil War re-enactment society. However, that was okay, as the Master had declared their weapons to be "too primitive". Although, on glancing at the group the Doctor thought one of the participants looked remarkably familiar.
The Doctor had suggested that they each stroll round on their own for a while and meet back for refreshments. He had further emphasised that refreshments meant the tea tent and not the stall where if you were lucky you could win a goldfish.
The Doctor had gone to look at the flower arrangements and locally grown vegetables that were on display in the produce tent, leaving the Master to wander around the various stalls.
It was on his return that he was greeted by a rather guilty looking Master.
"You told me to join in with things. How was I to know this would happen?" the Master asked, clutching the large teddy bear he had won on the tombola.
The Doctor refused the Master's suggestion that they walk back to the TARDIS each holding a paw.