Words of the Constant
Several of these piles could be combined to form a bigger piece.
Curious. It smells like roses.
I didn't need his help anyway.
This high status catcoon has a talent for finding the kits. I respect him only marginally more.
Blasted, we weren't fast enough! Sniff faster, beast!
A-ha... there's a kitcoon afoot.
There's nothing left to find.
Well done, great beast!
His nose may be good, but I doubt it's good enough to track that far.
He seems onto something. I shall let him take the lead.
That ticoon is not working for me. Yet.
Nuisance.
This will have to do.
They're all shrivelled up.
What an abomination!
It is coursing with fungal power!
It's a dirt hole.
Pitiful. I'll make short work of that 'shroom.
That looks filthy.
It's a red, red tomato.
It's a red, red roasted tomato.
A preposterously sized tomato.
Am I supposed to plant these?
Some fine haberdashery.
Tall, dark and dapper.
It keeps Charlie at bay.
I haven't had a meat pie since I left Liverpool.
The magic beckons!
Walking gets tiresome, you know.
The magic beckons!
An impure orange gem.
Nuts and berries. No bolts.
What a brute!
I don't understand how it works, but it does.
Only the dumbest animals will fall for this.
Best laid traps.
Useless.
I still have a trick or two up my sleeve.
Step right up, who wants to be raked over the coals?
That should get the crowd warmed up.
Devious thing.
It's just a silly starfish.
This one packs a wallop.
I'm... sure I had my reasons when I placed this.
It won't store anything now.
A place to store loot.
A place to store lots of loot.
Hmmm. Looks suspicious.
I can't get through there.
Looks like you're in a bit of a jam, pal.