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Those feathers would burn nicely.

I haven't pegged down what this does yet.

Run away, tiny dancers.

Evil bird! Get away from my yummy berries!

Tasty things, sealed with fire.

Stupid flowers. They're almost useless.

Ew, they're sticky.

Ughhhh, it stinks!

Gross! Let's burn it.

It's very pointy.

He's after my money!

I think it suits me.

Whoops.

Flying rats.

Sleeping flying rats.

Go away! I didn't like you when you were alive!

I like his attitude!

I made a backpack out of butts!

It can always get worse, I guess.

I guess I have it alright.

Nice redecorating job!

He's doing pig things in there.

These pigs have questionable taste in architecture.

You jerk! Let me in!

Yes! Burn!

Pig houses look pretty different here.

Yes! It's burning!

I think it's a farmhouse.

Buuuurn!

Quarry Lodgings

Is that a mine?

Quarry Lodgings

Blech. What a slob.

I wonder how they taste.

Ick. It's following me.

Ugh. They're fragrant.

He's not the boss of me!

Bring it on, piggie!

Huh. Doesn't even manage money.

He's napping.

What a piece of work!

She's sleeping.

You look boring. What are you selling today?

Just as exciting asleep as he is awake.

Any of this magic stuff burn things?

Well, that's rude.

I didn't know pigs did farm work.

What a lazy pig!

Can I burn your stuff?

She's asleep.

That hat is ugly.

She doesn't even take off her hat to sleep.