Words of the Constant
Not the kind of treasure I was expecting.
It might be worth breaking it apart.
Parts of an egg.
Please let it belong to a bird and not a reptile.
Someone making scrambled eggs?
It's an egg shell. I don't suppose there's a bird around.
Well, they probably have a nice view.
Maybe it's good for parts?
It's just an old tree.
It's just an old tree.
Hope that bird doesn't break me in half like that.
Maybe if I help it hatch, it'll fly me away from here.
Those feathers look big enough to lift me off the ground.
Baby fish. Just waiting to hatch.
Look how nicely they lined up.
Swell. And I was having such a good day.
Stuck together with gears and sticky tape.
All my storage problems, solved!
I feel really confident about the strength of this braided grass.
Smells like sulphur. And sulphur goes boom.
Is it... going to eat me?
If only I had oars for my balloon.
A tribute to someone else's adventures.
Not a flyer, but it has a lot of cargo space.
Not sure what's worse: the slime, or the weird eye.
A little love will fix that up. A little love and some rocks.
Don't ask where the hair came from.
I braided it myself.
It was dead when I found it.
I'm not going to ask.
Keeps my toes cozy.
A pretty little rug.
A pretty little rug.
Bare bones. Actually bare metal.
Swell. Just swell.
Brightens up the place.
Pretty little rug.
I took all the quills out. I think.
A pretty little rug.
Swell.
Nice and soft.
Keeps my toes warm.
Making me dizzy.
A pretty little rug.
Not as sticky as you might think.
A rug tribute to a fallen wormhole.
A crown you can wear anywhere. Even fighting monsters.
All those years playing stick ball will finally come in handy.
A little love will fix that up. A little love and some rocks.
A shoehorn for a saddle.