Words of the Constant
Somehow the breeze comes out the back twice as fast.
What a tropical looking fish.
Wilderness casual.
Winter survival gear.
Somehow even more nasal than before.
A light breezy trunk.
A thick, hairy trunk.
It's a tiny shooter.
An axe won't cut it.
It's a blooming tuber!
Did I cook the flower too?
Too bad tuber.
I wonder if it's still poisonous?
Who knows what that tumbleweed has picked up.
Where did this can come from?
Perhaps this powered that beastly storm?
Ashy turf.
Yet another ground type.
Sandy ground.
It's a chunk of ground.
It's surprisingly scratchy.
Yet another ground type.
These are pretty snazzy.
Some nicely cobbled together rocks.
Yet another ground type.
It's a chunk of ground.
It's a chunk of ground.
Dirty turf.
A chunk of ground.
Do you want proof that it's fireproof?
It's a chunk of ground.
A chunk of ground.
Some nicely cobbled together rocks.
Yet another ground type.
Green fungus-y turf.
Fungal red floor.
It's a chunk of ground.
A chunk of ground.
Very gnarled ground.
It's a chunk of ground.
Lava-y floor.
A chunk of ground.
Meadow-y turf.
It's a chunk of ground.
Yet another ground type.
It's a chunk of ground.
It's a chunk of stone ground.
It's a chunk of ground.
It's a chunk of ground.
Hastily cobbled stones.