Words of the Constant
I'd rather write in my own books.
It seems I can't do that.
The danger has passed.
Desmodus rotundus!
I don't recognize where this is.
The forest canopy has blocked the light.
It's not there yet!
File that under completed!
We must learn from our failures.
Stinging nasties!
My vessel is deteriorating!
I do believe this boat is sinking.
I had best head for shore! Now!
I misjudged the timing of its return.
First degree, at least!
I do believe I can repair this.
Did you hear that?
OUCH! Who dares?!
The ambient temperature is low.
My compass has become demagnetized.
Clever crustacean!
I can't make that now.
The layer of water begins to build up.
That sounds quite large!
Ah... that breeze is nice.
Night will be here soon.
Yum!
This cannot be consumed.
I should not have ingested that.
That was partially decomposed.
That was not at optimal freshness.
Ingesting this would be ill-advised.
I am in the dark.
It is bright enough to see.
This fragile device has decayed.
Freedom! I'll find a good book and tuck in.
Ahem. Cough. Ahem. Ahem.
Sniff sniff. Must be hayfever season.
Ahh... Finally I can breathe.
My my, that was extremely interesting!
The ambient temperature is high.
Something is approaching.
I require a permit to build another wing.
Librarian needs food.
The appearance of this track indicates recent activity.
The trail is no longer distinguishable.
The trail's been washed away by the precipitation.
It needs just a touch more fecal assistance, I'd say.
I can't carry anything more.
Oof, that's one way to get some rest, I suppose.