Words of the Constant
Tall Grass
A grass fire!
It's too tough to pick with my hands.
Looks like I got it all.
Evidently, grass here has the same flammability qualities as at home.
The obstinacy of this grass requires something sharper than my hands.
Previously experience suggests this will grow back.
It'd probably be a lot of work to put it out.
It's too much work to pick it with my hands.
I deserve a nap after that.
That's one way to clear the land.
Rather tenacious grass.
Ransacked.
Smells like a cookout!
Too long to cut with my hands.
It will have to grow back.
It burns!
Surely it is the grass of Jotunheim!
I have defeated it!
Well, there you have it.
Oh, joyous occasion. I've found grass.
I don't require any more grass, thank you.
Fire!
It's taller than we are!
It's been picked.
Death comes to everything.
Alas, I'm too weak to pick it.
All things end.
All those bugs have nowhere to hide now.
Tall grass like that is going to need a machete.
It'll be overgrown in no time.
Illuminating!
I need an implement for that.
That required not insignificant effort.
FWOOSH'DING
AS LONG AS THE DAY IS MERRY
THE LONG AND SHORT OF IT
I win.
This grass is tough!
Not tough enough!
Wolfgang is not doing that!
Very sturdy grass.
Wolfgang is mightiest!
It caught fire.
Don't worry your head aboot this one, Lucy.
Got all I could.
'Tis ablaze!
As tall'as th'sky.
Plunder'd.
No!!
You're so tall!