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Survivor

See my vest.

Hibearnation Vest

This would make a nice rug.

At least they're good for something.

I don't like sleeping rough.

They work so hard, the fools.

Now what do I do with it?

Honey roasted.

So tempting, but so full of bees.

It holds my bees.

My bees are not working hard enough.

I should wait a bit longer.

I like a creature that knows its place.

Aw nuts, it's following me.

Just look at that stupid beast.

Now it looks dumb AND pathetic.

Yes, you understand how this works.

I suppose some people might find that charming.

I'd only ride you if I was desperate.

It's only marginally less stupid when it's asleep.

How unfashionable.

It smells like a barn.

I'll wear it if I have to.

Not the bees!

They wait so patiently.

Maybe I shouldn't have put that there.

Maxwell's Mosquito Trap

I miss sealing a good letter.

More bell.

I know all about that. I just forgot.

It's calling to me to dive in.

Electric Isosceles

Sigh. If I have to.

A little more refined, at least.

Roasted Berries

It needs manure.

Reduced to eating berries. Sigh.

And now we wait.

Too hot for that little bush.

Perhaps I'll have better luck with the swimming meat now.

Now that is surely fuel for nightmares.

It happens to the best of us.

A beautiful mutation.

A sleeping abomination.

Sharp and pointed. Like me.

Platapine Quill

Quite otherworldly, no?

Bioluminescence

A nut with legs! How terrifying!

That's a deep sleep.

You'll never get me behind bars again.

What's all the fuss about, feathers?

I feel for ya, feathers.

Maybe he wasn't sleeping.

You'll still be in there when you wake up.

Oh, come on. I fed you last week.