Words of the Constant
Sapling
Wilson P. HiggsburyThat's burning fast!
Wilson P. HiggsburyBaby trees are so cute!
Wilson P. HiggsburyThat'll teach him.
Wilson P. HiggsburyIt might be okay if it was cooler.
WagstaffAll wood will burn.
WagstaffI predict it will be a tree soon enough.
WagstaffExperience dictates it will grow back.
WagstaffThe weather has withered it.
WalaniNot much to burn.
WalaniBoard material?
WalaniLooks noodled.
WalaniLooks like I feel.
WarbucksInevitable.
WarbucksThose twigs could be good for something.
WarbucksNothing left here for me.
WarbucksRather unsuited for the weather.
WarlyThose burn quite dramatically.
WarlyThose could be key to my continued survival.
WarlyThere is nothing left for me to grasp!
WarlyIt could use some love.
WigfridNooo! My spears!
WigfridI will make it into a spear.
WigfridI have slain the small tree!
WigfridIt has been shriveled by the heat.
MaxwellOops.
MaxwellA supple, woody stem.
MaxwellIt'll grow back.
MaxwellNothing survives in this heat.
WebberSo bright!
WebberThese sure grow slowly.
WebberWe'll make good use of your twigs!
WebberI think the heat broke it.
WendyConsigned to the flames.
WendyIt's trying to grow up.
WendyMaybe next time, sapling.
WendyThe oppressive heat got to this one.
WheelerNothing left to do but watch it burn.
WheelerKind of twiggy. I can work with twigs.
WheelerIt's been de-twigged.
WheelerLikes this heat about as much as I do.
Ms. WickerbottomCombustion!
Ms. WickerbottomIt's a small tree.
Ms. WickerbottomOdd. I thought that would have killed it.
Ms. WickerbottomThe heat's gotten to it.
WilbaNO MORE STICKS
WilbaLITTLE STICKS
WilbaME GOT IT
Wilba'TIS TOO MUCH IN THE SUN
WillowBurn! Yeah!
WillowI should pick it.