I was keen on exploring but not a soul stirred. Usually when it was this till, it meant danger was ahead. I could feel the inhabitants staring at me from behind closed doors and if you listened closely, you could hear frantic mumbling.
I decided to pay one of the tiny houses a visit. Before I could knock, the door opened and I was pulled in!
The ceiling was too low for a tall man like myself so I had to stoop. The inhabitants who were shorter than your average human looked at me and judging by their scared appearance, I put them at ease by introducing myself and meant no harm. Once they were calm, I learnt that they were called Hobbits and that currently their land was in great peril from, slimy tentacly creatures who lived in the woods around the Shire and hunted at night. The creatures, they said, had conical heads and looked pretty ‘alien’ (being an alien myself, I know one when I see one) but had the ability to shape shift…and the hunted at night.
Suddenly we heard rustling outside. I, being an adventurous spirit took charge and armed with my sonic screwdriver, slowly opened the door. Immediately a sword shoved itself in through the crack in the door and I felt teh cool steel across my throat. A lady strangely resembling your human Princess Diana stepped in from the darkness. “Who are you hididng here, Bilbo?” she enquired, while her soldiers looked on. “Hullo,nice to meet you. I’m the Doctor. I can help. ” I croaked against her sword with a half grin.
The Diary of the Doctor 