larrion:
A small, unassuming planet that spent ninety-nine percent of its year
in a blooming equivalent of the Earth's spring, early summer. If anyone
had a list of planets they wanted to holiday, live or rent out seaside
villas on, Plarrion would be top of the list. The most interesting fact
was that it was ( or seemed ) totally deserted. The only inhabitants
were the tall Bayybol trees and the small blue Dainave birds - although
on this particular day, three other 'objects' had mysteriously appeared.
Two of the
objects were humanoid, one a tall man with a mass of seething curly
hair, a jacket that looked like a mad creation of the Seven Planets
Tailors Assoc. ( est. 2032 ). A pair of yellow and black stripped
trousers completed this parody of good clothes, along with a large,
multi-coloured umbrella, under which this figure sat, enticing Dainave
birds with small crumbs from a large chocolate cake.
The second
figure was a young girl, possibly in her early twenties. She wore a
psychedelic stained top and a pair of cyan shorts. Her body was laid
back on the green rug deposited on the orange grass. She was asleep.
The third
'object' stood as thou forgotten - a tall battered Police Box from
twentieth century Earth, a facade that held the key to the unlocked
powers of time travel and unlimited wealth of knowledge. The TARDIS.
The enormous sun
suddenly made a run for it and dived behind a fortress of clouds. Peri (
that was the small girl's name ) sat bolt upright and stared accusingly
at the sky.
'Thanks a
bunch!' she shouted at the clouds and reached for the cake. All she got
was a slap on the hand from the Doctor, ( the curly haired gent with the
foul trousers ). 'What was that for?' she asked as politely as
possible, obviously peeved.
'Reason number
one,' the Doctor said, 'is you'll get fat...sorry, fatter and secondly,
this is not fit for human consumption. Or Time Lord consumption come to
that. It's been in the fridge since our slap-up binge on Tralavioss and
it's starting to get hard.' He rapped his knuckles on the hardening cake
to show his point. 'Anyway,' he continued, 'those little blue birds
seem to like it.' He threw a handful of crumbs down to show a second
point.
Peri wasn't
listening. 'Doctor,' she whispered
he
planet Earth: Some of its year would be considered very much like
Plarrion's although the Earth had one major drawback - People. Millions
and millions of people - some unbelievably rich, some disgustingly poor,
some starving, some trying to kill each other. Apart form that, it
wasn't a bad place to live except in a small town in Surrey on one
particular night.
