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Reeds

Wilson P. Higgsbury

That's really burning!

Wilson P. Higgsbury

It's a clump of reeds.

Wilson P. Higgsbury

I picked all the useful reeds.

Apparently susceptible to combustion.

Good for paper, if it is anything like its earthly counterparts.

Theoretically, they will grow back.

Whoa. Heavy.

More grass. Righteous.

Catch you on the flip flop.

Rather fervent flames.

I could use those.

One must give it time to grow back.

The fire took to those quite nicely.

A small clump of reeds.

There's nothing left to pick.

See you in Asgard, reeds!

Those are some hardy reeds.

Cut down in their prime.

Oops.

There's wind in them there willows.

No more tubes.

Those burn quickly!

Maybe we could use some of those.

Only stems remain.

Soon to be ashes.

It's just a bunch of reeds.

I have picked them.

Well at least they're by the water.

This is good. More would be better.

Grow! Grow! Grow! Grow!

Ms. Wickerbottom

Combustion!

Ms. Wickerbottom

A group of juncaceae graminoids.

Ms. Wickerbottom

I believe they shall grow back.

FWOOSHING

'TIS STUFFS O' TH' SWAMPS

'TIS ALREADY PLUCK'DED

Burn! Yeah!

It's a burnable clump of reeds.

I can't do anything with reed stubble.

Not good!

Is watery grass.

I have beaten the reeds!

Fire makes me nervous.

Reeds.

They'll be back.

They burn up fast.

Betcha I can whistle a tune wit' these!

It can't reed.

Save them!

Water friends