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Survivor

Sapling

Wilson P. Higgsbury

That's burning fast!

Wilson P. Higgsbury

It looks pretty sick.

Wilson P. Higgsbury

Err, something's not right.

Wilson P. Higgsbury

Baby trees are so cute!

Wilson P. Higgsbury

That'll teach him.

Wilson P. Higgsbury

It might be okay if it cooled down.

Someone grab some water!

That doesn't look healthy.

Is it supposed to look like that?

It's a baby tree.

Now it'll never grow into a tree.

I guess it's too hot out.

That's not good...

It looks pretty sick.

Err, something's not right.

For some reason, these ones don't seem to grow any bigger.

Now begins the painfully slow process of growing back.

It won't survive long in this heat.

Those burn quite dramatically.

Would some nice soup make you feel better?

It's coming down with something.

Those could be key to my continued survival.

There is nothing left for me to grasp!

It could use some love.

Nooo! My spears!

Disease festers within its soul.

It is weakening before mine eyes!

It longs to be a spear.

The small tree has been slain!

It has been shriveled by the heat.

Oops.

What has brought this blight upon my world?

Looks a little off, if you ask me.

A supple, woody stem.

It'll grow back.

Nothing survives in this heat.

So bright!

Maybe it needs some chicken soup?

Are you okay, lil sapling?

These sure grow slowly.

Don't worry lil guy, it'll grow back!

I think the heat broke it.

Consigned to the flames.

It's not long for this world...

It is on the precipice...

It's trying to grow up.

Maybe next time, sapling.

The oppressive heat got to this one.

Ms. Wickerbottom

Combustion!

Ms. Wickerbottom

It's afflicted with an agrarian disease beyond my curing.