Words of the Constant
Pretty big, eh?
Wonder what this does.
I don't like to eat things that grow on the ground.
This will keep me chopping.
Pies are good.
It'd better not tip over.
It's a seed.
The sparkle is gone from the gem.
It's nothing a good chopping wouldn't fix.
A nightmare made real.
Could loosen some good tar with that right there.
I've turned the seabird's evil against it!
Dang ground squirrels...
I'd feel bad eating him.
I doubt there are trees down there.
Nothing going in or out.
Is it roasted carrot flavoured?
Is it carrot flavoured?
For the best.
Seems mighty angry.
Let sleeping bugs lie, I say.
Kinda tiny, aren't they?
I have to eat my vegetables.
I think that's food, Lucy.
It'll make some fine vegetables one day.
Pitiful little boat.
Are you edible, little buddy?
As good of eating as anything around here.
I don't think my little buddy's getting up anytime soon.
Floating along.
Wish it was salmon jerky.
For chopping in the rain.
Forest fire!
Such a shame.
We did a number on that one, eh Lucy?
Prime for the chopping.
I hate to see a tree like this.
Always keep a dry head while chopping.
Its knowledge of rain didn't keep it from being burned.
Rain makes the trees grow.
It's like a forest in a bowl.
What a nutter!
A true lumberjack never shaves.
They ain't getting their deposit back.
There's progress bein' made.
That looks dangerous.
I see within it the fiery death of a thousand trees.
This little light of mine.
I don't know...
Only if I get really hungry.