Words of the Constant
Palm Tree
What a waste of wood.
I feel like I could have prevented that.
Take that, nature!
How tropical.
Ah. Thermal combustion at work.
It's been reduced to a pile of carbon.
I believe that was my work, but it's hard to say for sure.
Its fronds are quite large and could be made useful.
That's not cool.
I know the feeling.
Sliced and diced.
Cool hair, tree.
I've always enjoyed a roaring fire.
I say, is there no one around to clean this mess?
That tree has been hunted already.
A rather equatorial tree.
Au revoir, tree.
Crisp, no?
Sliced!
A good leaning tree.
The wood's ablaze!
Loge took that one.
Chopped by the warrior of the woods!
Do you forsake branches, tree?
It is not long for this world.
In another lifetime, perhaps.
I have used it for my own purposes.
How luxurious.
What a senseless waste of firewood.
It's dropped its last coconut.
Goodbye, Tree of Palms.
This tree has presents!
I should probably step back.
It's turned a beautiful shade of black.
What lovely destruction.
Its fruit bestows life, but only if I kill it.
Proof positive that wood does burn.
That's not going to grow back.
I believe that was my handywork.
These trees look different from the air.
The tree is burning.
A carbonized tree.
It has been harvested.
I'd like to sit underneath it with a good book.
'TIS FWOOSHING
'TIS FWOOSH'D
CHOPT
'TIS TREE O' BIG LEAVES
Wooow! So much fire!
A major improvement.