Words of the Constant
If only I had some wood.
It singes everything it touches.
It lights stuff on fire, eh.
I can make some fiery tools here.
Thanks for the stuff, guy!
How you holding up out here, guy?
Looks valuable, eh?
Let's buy something nice eh, Lucy?
Can buy a lot of supplies with this.
I stand on guard for thee!
This'll make the chores go by quicker!
It's shimmering.
This will help me get around quickly.
Yep. That's a good door.
Poor guy's the butt of every yoke.
This is a hat befitting a Northerner.
I'm more of a guitar player.
It used to be attached to an ox.
I can tolerate him.
This better not attract any feathered vermin.
I use it for fanning myself.
The best shelter a woodcutter could ask for.
I think I did a pretty good job on this 'breller.
Waste of a good chopping stump.
What a waste.
Those were good times.
Makes me pine for the lumber yards.
What's in the box?!
I only sing for Lucy.
Looks expensive.
I'd rather chop than write.
Shoo, filthy featherbag!
Pushin' up the daisies.
I don't like him.
Shagged out after a long squawk.
I'd rather not smalltalk with a birdbrain.
What a ridiculous thing. Bah!
It's a goner.
Filthy animal!
Catching forty winks.
It has a foul bird stench.
I don't wanna wear bird feathers.
It still has their foul stench.
There's a wretched bird nearby. I feel it.
What do you think this opens?
Done for.
Shoo!
Getting some shut eye.
Can I chop this?
Doesn't matter if you're from the Great White North. Still a bird.