Words of the Constant
Yep. That's a rug.
It's no toque, but it'll do.
Good craftsmanship.
Metal on a stick.
All busted up.
Would look better made out of wood.
Puts the critter back to how nature intended.
Yep, that'll get us there.
Makes me feel like some sorta woodland nymph, eh?
Makes me feel like a Mountie.
I've got the wind in my sails.
The Northern winds are at my disposal.
My mouth's dry just looking at it.
Sandy.
Building dams is my specialty.
Building dams is my specialty.
A tiny, portable dam.
A portable dam.
It's a big pile of sand.
Who knew sand could look so good.
Looks good.
Something is off aboot that rock, eh?
That makes sense.
Aw! He barely had a chance!
I want to see it grow so I can chop it down.
Picking isn't as fun as chopping.
With this heat, it'll never grow to chopping size!
Yikes.
For the best.
Keep out of my boots.
Still wouldn't touch it with a ten foot pole.
We don't have this back home.
Vermin of the sky.
Vermin of the sea.
It's for holding my treasures.
It makes me want to get back into arts and crafts.
A pretty shell.
I'm looking forward to a wobster dinner.
It's slimy.
It has a weird texture.
It sort of sticks to my tongue.
That's some seaweed, eh?
Should plant this somewhere.
It's aboot to go right out.
Lil water never stopped a woodsman.
Burning like mad!
Gettin' a touch low.
Steady going.
Needs a good log.
Needs topping up.