Words of the Constant
That rock ain't going to move.
Yep. That's a nice breeze.
Who taught that rat to fly?
A mouse with wings?
Full of the little critters!
It's a little batty.
Gross!
Gross! And tasty! So confusing!
I'm sure I could use this for something.
My hair's not that colour. Not my beard, anyway.
That's a big bear!
Now this is some proper winter gear.
It's as thick as my head!
I love camping.
I slept on worse back at the lumber camp.
She's making the flowers grow.
Now what do I do with it?
No, not the bees!
Maple syrup substitute!
Buzzers!
I'm getting hungry just looking at it.
Maple syrup substitute!
I could get more if I waited.
I like this one's attitude.
I think he likes me.
He smells like a sod house.
Cheer up, eh?
Why so glum, chum?
You're almost as big as a moose!
I'm sorry, want to go for a ride?
He's catching some zeds.
Now I'm the king of the beefalo!
It feels like my beard.
That'll keep the bees out of my eyes.
They're all comfy-cozy in there.
I don't know if the bees like this.
Hey! That's just mean!
Yeesh, that's waxy.
I'm amazed it makes such a crisp sound.
I'm not one for book learning.
Kinda spooky, eh?
I have a heartier appetite than that.
Tastes like warm berries.
It needs a good poopin'.
Saskatoon berries?
No berries left!
It's perished from the heat, eh?
Walk tall and carry a big rod.
Watch where you're stepping!
Well that's too bad.