The Doctor Stepped out of the Tardis, Arms Streched in the Air. He had been stuck inside for maybe, two hours. Listening to Amy and her fiance bickering back and fouth, about this and that.
He looked around at the beautiful spring day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, It was good to be a time traveling time lord. Taking in a deep breath, he almost threw up. The smell of blood was over whelming. It clogged his lungs with a thick cloying scent.
Turning around, he stepped back into the Tardis, and began coughing. Amy looked up in surprise.
"Whats wrong Doctor?" She asked in her annoying voice. Looking up, with his hands on his knees, he looked at her.
"Why dont you go out, and smell the fresh spring air, Amy?" He asked, a note of plesure in his voice. Amy shrugged and walked outside, only to come back in, also gagging. She Looked at the Doctor.
"Why did you not tell me? I cant stand the smell of blood?" She turned back and began to gag again. The Doctor stood up and wiped a bit of invisable dust of his coat.
"Well why dont we go see if we can help, Eh?" He said, his mood back to cheerful. Both Amy and The Doctor turned to head toward the Door, when there was a frantic knocking. Rory looked up from his drawing.
"Who is it?" He asked from across the room. Doctor and Amy turned toward the door.
"I dunno, maybe they're here for Tea?" The Doctor laughed.
"Well go on, open the door and see what they want!" Amy snapped angrily. THe Doctor shrugged and walked up to the door. With a shaky hand he reached for the handle, and slid the door open.
In front of him, a small, cartoonish purple beaver was standing there, he looked frantic and was covered in blood. He had a bite out of his tail, and was speaking rapidly, and in a weird language. He dove beneath the Doctors legs, and hid under the table. He began to breath heavy.
"Well hello there little one! How are you?" The doctor asked quizzicaly. The Beaver looked at him. Coughing It stood up on its hind legs.
"Allo, ah am Toofy, a parpla bavar. Hat rre du?" The beaver said with a bow. Amy screamed, Both The beaver, Rory, and The Doctor Looked at her. Amy looked at them all.
"What is it Hon?" Rory asked, tilting his head
"Its... its... its... a...a.. a.. talking beaver! NAMED TOOTHY! " Amy Dropped to the ground in a dead faint. The doctor shrugged and looked back at Toothy.
"So, uh, Toothy. What happened?" He said. Toothy took a deep breath.
"Mell, it as a morml dah, ahtill Flippy, flipp aut! Den he killed ebryone else!"
The doctor took a deep breath. Toothy Was hard to under stand. His laguage sounded like english, but it was slightly slurred, and alittle bit gibbered.
