Words of the Constant
A crow feather.
A redbird feather.
A snowbird feather.
My current favorite.
With refried rock dwellers.
She's trapped!
It's just a wood fence.
It opens. And closes sometimes, too.
All we need to build a nice, sturdy gate.
All we need to build a nice, sturdy fence.
That is definitely a bucket full of poop.
Filled with explosion science!
If only I could catch them!
They make my pocket glow!
That one is glowy.
I should put something on the fire before it goes out.
Sure beats darkness.
Good thing it's contained!
The fire's getting a bit low.
Nice and comfy.
At least I can start it up again.
I don't want to set the world on fire.
The fuel tank is getting a bit low.
All quiet on the flinging front.
Fling on!
Now I shall eat for a day.
Surf and turf, hold the turf.
That fish is fin-ished.
This one's extra water repellent.
Gilled to perfection.
It looks like a fish, but it feels clammy.
Fried fry.
Hook, line and stick!
This area seems pretty fishy.
Sticks to my ribs.
Crunchy and delicious!
Grilled to perfection.
I'd better start harvesting these!
I need to find some fish eggs for this.
There's a fish!
This has been a successful fish experiment!
The fish babies haven't hatched yet.
The fish are still multiplying.
Good dog.
Grilled to perfection.
A chunk of fish meat.
A small bit of fish.
A small bit of cooked fish.
Maybe I should stand back.
It's a very sharp rock.