Words of the Constant
WoodieUh oh! It's bit high!
WoodieI should probably do something aboot that, eh?
WoodieI love a cold fire in the evening.
WoodieIt was good while it lasted.
WoodieI should go chop some wood for that, eh?
WoodieIt uses wood.
WoodieI'm using too much wood too fast!
WoodieThere should be some wood around here somewhere.
WoodieMmmm. Smells woody.
WoodieIf only I had some wood.
WoodieEast.
WoodiePoints to the True North.
WoodieTrue North.
WoodieNortheast.
WoodieNorthwest.
WoodieSouth.
WoodieSoutheast.
WoodieSouthwest.
WoodieWest.
WoodieWell. Plants gotta fertilize.
WoodieWell. Better get building.
WoodieWas that a bad thing to do?
WoodieJust like my dear old ma used to make.
WoodieI still don't want to eat it.
WoodieThat'll just make me hungrier!
WoodieBurned to a crisp.
WoodieIt'll be a bit longer, eh?
WoodieOh boy! Here it comes!
WoodieTime for supper!
WoodieIt seems a waste to just leave it sitting there, empty.
WoodieThat's the end of that cat's tale.
WoodieMaybe I could crush it down to make something new.
WoodieWhat a tiny little hoser.
WoodieRipe for the picking.
WoodieHow brainy.
WoodieWhat're you, some sort of keener?
WoodieIt came from that weird tree.
WoodieOnly good for a short trip.
WoodieNo pests are getting in there.
WoodiePretty light, eh?
WoodieFilthy scoundrel.
WoodieI like it, but not in everything that I eat.
WoodieCooked with the goodness of corn.
WoodieI'm more of a hewer of wood than a tiller of soil.
WoodieMaybe we could be buds?
WoodieCan't hide forever, bud.
WoodieThat's where my crabbit buddies live.
WoodieThat there's a box.
WoodieThose're some nasty chompers.
WoodieHe's planning something. I can tell.