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Once upon a time there was a lonely doctor who lived out in the woods, one day he came across a lonely rose, a pink and yellow rose that was withering. He fixed the rose so that it stood straight and tall and he looked after it for quite some time making sure it stayed healthy, then a pack of wolves came marching through the area, and they stomped all over his rose. Every single one except for one small golden wolf who made sure the rose stood straight and tall again, though it never left the sight of the doctor or rose fearing both would die without its company, until three wolves came and dragged his golden wolf away. A brown wolf, an aging golden wolf, and a red wolf. The wolf had to leave and the doctors rose soon died just as he feared. He was left with a small blue house surronding the pink and yellow rose as his company, he wanted to help his rose so badly he eventually called in another doctor, or a training one at that. The new doctor soon left knowing that it could not save either of the beings deep in the forest. The doctor thought he would have to make it up to the wolf to come back and fix his rose so he acted as noble as he possibly could around it but that didn't work either. He figured that all his rose needed was a little water so he placed it in two seperate ponds and even took water from a river to help. This made no difference to him. But one day he found someone willing to help him. A metal monster thought it was different and kept coming back to the madman to save him from his own depression. The metal turned itself into flesh and it was so close to saving him, it made him happy. Although it made him sad all at the same time. After everything he had done to save his special yellow and pink rose he found himself wanting to leave with the human Dalek, it drew him farther from the rose and the small patch of sand it laid on, but that it where the legend ends as they say, some even say that the legend is in the process of being fulfilled right under your nose. so take notes of every pink and yellow rose you see and keep an eye on it to see if it blooms, because if it does a storm is sure to be in its wake.