Words of the Constant

Are you cold without your wools?

The noble steed of a mighty warrior!

My mouth's watering just looking at it...

With the stalwart beast at my side, we ride tonight!

Sounds like Aunt Hilda.

They smell even worse when they're dead.

How dare you die on me!

I like a creature that knows its place.

Aw nuts, it's following me.

Just look at that stupid beast.

I suppose I'm saddled with this creature now.

Now it looks dumb AND pathetic.

Yes, you understand how this works.

I suppose some people might find that charming.

I'd only ride you if I was desperate.

It's only marginally less stupid when it's asleep.

Webber

We saw it walking around a minute ago.

Webber

Our poor beefalo! It's not fair!

This one likes us!

He seems to want to stick around.

Big big beefalo!

That's our friend!

Shaved you good!

We're kind of scared of this one.

Webber

We like to cuddle this one!

This one looks fast.

Slumber deep, beefalo.

Dead, but perhaps not departed.

Not you too...

I wonder if it misses its old family?

He follows me unto his doom.

What demented thoughts must lie behind those eyes.

At least we have each other for company.

His nakedness is now on display.

The world has wronged you.

More of the world is within the beast than without.

Together we can venture far.

To sleep, perchance to dream.

It's not breathing.

There may yet be a way to revive it...

While tame, it has become dependent on its human master.

It appears to be following me.

It looks almost like a Bos Taurus.

It has become rather attached to me.

It looks cold.

The creature has developed a nasty disposition.

Abundant nourishment has led to an amicable personality.

This one seems lean and athletic.

It's sleeping.

Come on, get up! What's the matter? Oh...