Words of the Constant
Grass
It needs poop.
That's burning fast!
It's a tuft of grass.
It was cut down in the prime of its life.
It's not going to grow back while it's so hot.
I deduce it requires fertilization.
An alluring example of thermodynamics.
Has an unusually strong tensile strength.
Luckily the growth rate here is extraordinarily rapid.
Presumably it's the heat that is causing it to wither.
It needs help to grow.
That won't last.
For all your grassy needs.
It will be back.
It looks tired.
In desperate need of fertilizer.
Quite a blaze!
A rather mundane tuft of grass.
It's been picked through, I'm afraid.
Rather too hot for it, I'm afraid.
Could I get some fertilizer over here?
I never burn anything in the kitchen.
A common ingredient for success around here.
Plucked clean!
Too hot for you.
The life has gone from it.
Loge looks upon you!
That could be useful.
It fell to my might.
The heat has defeated this plant.
Needs manure.
Oops.
Tufty.
Nothing to harvest.
You'd think grass could withstand this heat...
It could use some perking up.
Fire, fire, fire!
Grass, next best thing to silk.
Picked down to the stems.
The heat wave bested it.
It needs poop.
It smells funny.
It's just a tuft of grass.
It has been killed.
It just couldn't take the heat.
Needs some kind of fertilization.
Should I bother putting it out?
I need as much of this as I can get.
I hear grass grows back.
Go figure, it's having trouble growing in this excruciating heat.