Author's Notes:
Written for Challenge 653: Shoo at dw100.

Summary: The Doctor earns himself an unwanted admirer.

“Shoo! Scat! Go away!” The Doctor flapped his hands uselessly; the creature merely gazed at him with something akin to adoration and butted him in the chest so hard he staggered backwards.


“I know, I pulled that nasty thorn from your snout, but that doesn’t mean you have to follow me everywhere!”


“No, you can’t come with me! You belong here, with the others of your kind. You wouldn’t be happy with me. You’d get lonely. Being the only one of your kind is horrible. I should know.”

“Honk.” The creature drooped dejectedly.

“It’s better this way. Honest.”

The End