Words of the Constant
Rainforest Tree
It's done for.
Burnt up.
Not sure what it is. I'm stumped.
A tropical tree.
Emitting exothermic energy!
I presume it was once something other than ash.
Presumably, it's not growing back.
Odd coloration for a tree of this sort.
That's a drag.
Hope it didn't suffer.
Sorry, tree.
You're a beauty!
A bit of danger.
Well, there's nothing for it now.
Chops up quite nicely.
A lovely tree, to be sure.
Perhaps I could smoke a nice cutlet on it?
A little too crispy for my taste.
Sacrificed for a barbeque pit.
Ach! No mangoes!
Aflame!
Nothing but ash remains.
I have felled the tree!
A most mighty tree.
It burns like any tree.
A blackened shell of its former self.
It's been chopped down.
Like no tree I've seen before.
Oh no! It's on fire.
It's burnt.
Chop chop!
It's pretty.
It's facing its own mortality.
Expired.
A tree no more.
A tree.
Where's the fire department when you need them?
Still good for charcoal.
I believe that was my doing.
Those are pretty leaves.
Fire!
The remnants of a roaring fire.
It had to be done.
A thriving example of tropical flora!
IS'T FWOOSHING
ALL FWOOSH'D UP
CHOP'T
SHALL I COMPARE THEE TO ANOTHER TREE?
Yes! Fire! Fire!
Much better.