Words of the Constant
That looks hard to throw.
You okay in there, glowing buddies?
I feel like a keener when I put it on.
Let's chop it!
What should I do with it, Lucy?
Aw, that's pretty.
You could debark a log with this thing.
It can collect skeeters.
Huh. Better than a flyswatter, I guess.
What's inside? Hope it's logs.
The paper's brown. Like wood.
He looks friendly enough.
Floating through life. Got the right idea there.
Time to get digging!
This'll come in handy.
Still growing.
It's good for hiding from nature.
Welp, that's not coming back.
Not as fun as a tree, but it was good chopping nonetheless.
It's just asking to be chopped.
I prefer margarine.
I never trusted those things, eh?
Where are you going to run?
Crunchy! ...But soft?
I'm sorry! I'm a terrible person!
Stay away from my meat snacks!
That's gonna hurt.
It certainly did.
It's a wonder anything grows in this climate at all.
Would you put nails in your mouth?
Much better.
I feel like a regular Vancouverite.
It's almost gone.
Now where's my guitar?
Uh oh! It's bit high!
I should probably do something aboot that, eh?
I love a fire in the evening.
It was good while it lasted.
Now I can chop trees in the dark.
It's good for the back country.
I hope I don't have to go down with the ship.
I'd prefer cargo shorts.
That's rabbit food.
That's cooked rabbit food.
I'm not one for vegetables, eh?
Tiny carrots.
Pests.
Good riddance.
Ugh, how many more lives do you have?
The traditional garb of the woodsman.