Words of the Constant
Hollow reeds with harmonic resonance.
Aurum vermilingua.
Thin sheets of cellulose and lignin.
It is a colorful tropical bird.
A late parrot.
Psittaciformes Norwegianae, perhaps?
It appears to be just resting.
I wonder if he can read?
Pavo cristatus.
Lifeless.
A strangely mutated Pavo Cristatus.
It's ocular plumage appears not to need sleep.
Feather of the male Pavo Cristatus.
Perhaps I will impress some Pavo Cristatuses.
A unique feather of a male Pavo Cristatus.
I have questions about that bush.
A key. But to what?
Quite dead, I'm afraid.
It is a female peafowl.
It is sleeping.
What a curious choice of object for use as a weapon!
What a classy bird.
Nasty Meleagris, stay away from my berries!
A wonderfully bland dumpling.
I've made some delightful potpourri.
Interesting, these petals seem to have a mind of their own.
I will uncover the secrets of arthropod speech.
The congealed mucus retains its sticky texture.
A specialized axe for chipping away at rocks.
Quite rude!
A valued relic of wealth and authority.
The remains of a disease carrying bird.
A common grey specimen of the Columbidae family.
It is in a slumber.
A porcine phantasm!.
One of the warrior caste.
A face only necessity could love.
It's the charred remains of a head on a stick. Tsk!
Tut tut. It's a head on a stick.
The house had no fire-prevention system.
I wonder what they do in there.
The pig creatures have such prosaic taste in architecture.
That was quite rude.
It has ignited.
A more advanced version of pig domicile.
In the process of oxidation.
The abode of the humble farmer.
Oh dear, it's now a burning pyre.
The a residence for miners.
He appears to be the leader of the village.