DUMBO'S FEATHER
At the crossroads, I asked. “Which way, Doctor?” He flipped a coin onto the back of his hand, frowning at the result, then flipped it again and smiled.
“This way, Tegan.”
Back in the TARDIS I asked him, “What’s the point of flipping a coin? Do you really believe in that?”
“No,” admitted the Doctor. “It’s silly. But the coin feels good, reassuring. I’m inspired to make better choices.”
“So the coin doesn’t decide. You do. Dumbo’s feather.”
“Dumbo’s feather?”
“Magic feather; it helped a cartoon elephant fly.”
“It wasn’t necessary, nor is my coin. But,” he added, “It works!”
