Words of the Constant
Grass
It smells funny.
It's not long for this world...
It is on the precipice...
It's just a tuft of grass.
It has been killed.
It just couldn't take the heat.
It needs poop.
Combustion!
It's afflicted with an agrarian disease beyond my curing.
Hm... There are spots of discoloration here.
A cluster graminoid stalks.
I think it will grow back.
It can't survive in this hot climate.
It needs poop.
Fire! Wooo!
Burn the sick!
Blech. You smell.
It's a flammable tuft of grass.
Grass stubble is kind of useless.
Nice, dry, and ready to burn!
Needs a little boost.
Grass fire!
You should see a doctor.
Not lookin' too lush.
That's some tall grass.
It's on break.
It couldn't stand the heat.
It needs poop.
Not good!
Is weak. Sickly!
Is looking shrivelly.
Is grass.
The grass has been defeated!
Grass has been defeated by heat.
I need to poop on it.
I hope that doesn't spread to the trees.
It's caught a bit of a bug.
Lookin' a bit down.
Looks like kindling.
It's gone all nubbly.
Maybe it'd thrive if it was cooler out?
Needs poop
Agghh!
Sick! Sick friend!
Get better soon
Smells nice
Nice trim!
Too hot!
Salted earth, none will return.
Whoops-a-doodle.