Words of the Constant
It's a simple rock.
I say, it's burning up!
Tepid.
Quite done for, I'm afraid.
A pity.
One is reminded of the hedge mazes of one's youth.
Needs a bit of a trim.
A cultivated barricade.
I say! This will do nicely.
A rather ornamental bulwark.
A herculean hippo!
Rather grandiose artifact.
Haw haw, a flying pig!
Ahh... Base camp.
Met a bit of bad luck, it seems.
Ah! Civilization.
Odd. There's nothing written here.
Nectar of the gods!
Rather sweet.
A proper meal.
A sweet treat.
A rather useful trophy.
Ho ho! That is quite piquant!
I say! That's a monstrous mongrel!
Clearly the work of a predator.
Huzzah! I've seen those beasts portrayed in ruins.
You never know what one may find in a midden.
The artifact of a rather intimidating creature.
Should come in handy in the summer months.
Ah. A modern convenience.
I say, this is a bit of a treat.
Quite exhilarating.
Quite useful for the heat.
I say! That's a chilling quadruped!
Quite sufficiently fueled.
Rather in need of a top up.
A fine example of what civilization can do.
Bother! It's out of fuel.
I'd best refuel it, promptly.
This will come in handy.
A rather chilling weapon. Haw haw!
Rather unusual glow to it.
I feel quite unsound.
Rather ominous looking but it's just a stone.
One might play chess upon this.
Rather rough flooring.
Rather cold on the feet.
Rather interesting pattern.
One supposes this will do.
An excellent example of Porcine engineering.