Words of the Constant
Sapling
Hm... Seems more brittle than is usual.
It's a small tree.
Odd. I thought that would have killed it.
The heat's gotten to it.
Burn! Yeah!
Burn the sick!
Blech. You smell.
It'd be worth it to pick that.
Poor little limp tree.
It's so dry, it's like it WANTS to be on fire.
Lit up brighter than a New York powergrid.
That thing does not look good.
You're smelling a little funky.
Might be useful.
All the useful bits are gone.
The heat did a number on this one.
Oops.
Is weak. Sickly!
Is look even more puny.
Puny tree! I am stronger than you!
Ha! Ha! Ha! Tree is floppy!
Puny tree could not take heat.
Aw! He barely had a chance!
It's caught a bit of a bug.
A poor excuse for wood.
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!
NOOO!
Sick. Very, very sick
Looks sick. Poor little guy
Hello? Little friend?
Keep growing, friend!
Poor friend
And here I didn't bring marshmallows!
Now it stinks really good!
It's started to stink.
It has delusions of being a tree.
Gone, all gone.
Feeling down, are you?
Fire!
Hmm... look bad.
Something wrong with it, florp.
Little tree!
Took it!
Too dry, florp.
RESOURCES WASTED
HA. DISEASE. A BIOLOGICAL LAPSE IN JUDGMENT
THIS ORGANIC SEEMS MORE INFERIOR THAN USUAL
POTENTIAL CONSTRUCTION MATERIAL