Words of the Constant
Jungle Tree
What a waste of wood.
I feel like I could have prevented that.
Take that, nature!
That tree needs a hair cut.
Always glad to see an exothermic event.
Evidence of combustion.
How many rings does it have?
I wonder if this one is possessed?
That's not cool.
I know the feeling.
Sliced and diced.
It's like nature's canopy.
Those bananas are cooked!
A shame.
It took a bit of work to do that.
A fine specimen for The Polymathic Society.
Au revoir, tree.
Crisp, no?
Sliced!
Gigantesque!
The tree burns.
The tree is no more.
A strong tree, but not so strong as my axe.
There are no trees like this where I sail from.
It is not long for this world.
In another lifetime, perhaps.
I have used it for my own purposes.
I believe it wants me to chop it down.
Too hot!
It's not green anymore.
We cut it up!
Not a bad tree.
I should probably step back.
It's turned a beautiful shade of black.
What lovely destruction.
A jungle tree.
Not surprising considering it's made of wood.
Well, at least I know it's not alive.
That was my handiwork.
Swell. It's a tree.
It is burning.
A carbonized tree.
It has been harvested.
This species grows to great heights!
'TIS FWOOSHING!
'TIS FWOOSH'DED
'TIS CHOP'T
HATH LEAVES O' BIG
Wow! So much fire!
A major improvement.