Words of the Constant
I think wildflowers look nice with my red hair.
Healthy, but not very hardy.
Shiny!
Shiny!
Shiny!
Something is wrong with that flower.
It's a pretty lil' thing.
Someone's got a brown thumb.
Gross.
Looks like a salad.
Will this give me hockey hair?
I can get maple syrup on that?
Ex-frog.
I don't trust anything that can't decide between air and water.
It's tired.
You can really taste the swamp.
They're still jumping!
At least they stopped moving.
Those legs look toxic.
I don't know, eh...
It croaked.
Don't like the look of that guy.
Let sleeping frogs lie, I say.
In syrup!
Stay away from that, eh?
Nothin' stinks when I got this on.
Keeps my lungs clear.
I never could figure these things out.
It'll need a gem.
Looks ready.
Boo! Ha ha!
Not a bad beard for a dead guy.
Hope it's not a wood-boring worm.
Keep flapping, little guy!
Dead and still slimy.
Even the flower is slimy.
Yep, his slime is slimy too.
Unsurprisingly, the wings are slimy.
Dead.
Thanks for lightin' the way, buddy.
A well-deserved nap.
That looks comfy, eh?
Lotta those guys in the lumber camps.
Industrious little guys, eh Lucy?
I think the electricity curdled it.
Not really that great for seeing.
Doesn't work.
What's the point of this, eh?
Don't think it's working.
It's almost as nice as Lucy.