Words of the Constant
I say, that looks like treasure.
Rather impervious, I'm afraid.
Ah. A nice cooling breeze.
I say! They'll drive one batty!
A rather macabre hunting weapon.
I say! That's rather clever!
Ghastly!
Rather gamey.
I say! This bat hide has rather piggish traits.
Boorish!
I say! You're a big fellow.
Quite snug in this!
And what does one do with this?
Huzzah! The means to a good night's sleep!
A far cry from my usual sleeping arrangements.
They're rather busy!
Its humming is rather tedious.
Rather too good a job of smoking those bees out!
I say, the honey is ready to harvest!
Ah, the elixir of life.
I'm afraid it's not ready yet.
The honey is ready to harvest.
It's best to leave it a touch longer.
Goes to show, you could domesticate any animal.
I seem to have picked up a straggler.
I say, that is quite the hide!
Haw haw! It's shaved appearance is quite amusing.
Rather ornery.
Rather rotund.
I say, one could ride on this!
Lethargic.
One feels rather ungulate in this.
A souvenir.
Beekeeping is a fine hobby to invest one's time in.
Rather bustling.
One must make use of the materials at one's disposal.
It's emitting a buzzing sound.
Pity I can't use it for mustache wax.
Ah, the ringing of the bells.
I say, this looks rather deadly!
Bewildering!
Rather elementary. But perhaps one can add them to a recipe.
A touch better than eating them raw.
Quite fruitless at the moment.
A common berry bush.
It's been relieved of its fruit.
Rather unfit for the weather, I'm afraid.
Hmmm. I best keep my wits about me.
Hmmm. I best keep my wits about me.
This will catch a whopper.