Words of the Constant
Spiky Tree
Spikes and fire!
Now it's burnt and spiky.
Not so spiky now!
Those spikes look sharp!
Scientific proof that this tree is combustible.
Evidence that a fire has occurred here recently.
Cleaving it has cut short its ability to survive.
It abounds with twigs.
I've never seen such a spiky fire.
Still spiky.
Not so spiky now.
Me and spikes don't get along.
I can't say that was unexpected.
Ashen.
Not as fertile as its brethren.
Rather prickly fellow.
You will not be missed.
The wood gives off a unique aroma when burned.
There. Now you cannot prick anyone.
I am ever so glad I'm not a tree hugger.
It's ablaze!
Burnt.
My battleaxe always wins.
A warrior tree.
There it goes.
It's no use to anyone now.
Tree 0, Maxwell 1.
A tree with a foul demeanor.
It's extra dangerous now!
Its growing days are over.
Axes can solve all tree-related problems!
A harsh tree for harsh conditions.
It's burning.
Black like my heart.
Its spikes were no protection.
A tree that knows only pain.
As long as it's not me on fire.
A nice shade of burnt.
I put it to good use.
Twigs and wood. Mostly twigs.
Combustion!
A carbonized mangrove.
It has been felled.
A mangal rhizophora.
'TIS FWOOSHING!
FWOOSH'D
WILBA CHOPT IT
'TIS TREE O' SPIKY BITS
YES! BURN!
I wish it was still burning.