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"I don't get it Doctor," Rose muttered as the whispering spread through the assembled Tree People, "it's like they're afraid..."
"What you have to understand, Rose, is they were a people of Earth. Their culture is rooted in your myths and legends."
"So?"
"You see a cute little girl wearing a coat with a red hood. They see something straight from 'The Grim Tales of Bad Wolf'." He lowered his voice as heads began to turn his way. "Death - the Woodcutter - is her father and follows wherever she goes." His voice faltered. "And I'm walking right behind her!"