Words of the Constant
WendyThey only answer to Wurt.
WendyIt's doing what it does best.
WendyI don't even have a pillow to fight with...
WendyI need Abby's flower to pour it on.
WendyIt's too much.
WendyOh. I suppose he's too busy...
WendyI can't... I don't feel so good...
WendyIt's already been done.
WendyIt's covered in glass...
WendyI can only ferry one soul to their destination at a time...
WendyI have to wait.
WendyI can only have one...
WendyI can't place that from this lofty position.
WendyThe more friends you have, the shallower they are.
WendyI was too late...
WendyIt's burning.
WendyThat pumpkin is being stabbed already.
WendyI guess I won't be changing again anytime soon.
WendyWhat's the point.
WendyI'd like to use that after you. If you don't mind, I mean.
WendyThere's nothing here for me to groom...
WendyPerhaps once its fur grows in.
WendyFull charge.
WendyIt's dead.
WendyIt was taken too soon...
WendyMine is too small...
WendyNothing comes of nothing.
WendyNo one wants to share with me.
WendyI can't do anything right.
WendyIt doesn't go there. I know the feeling.
WendyPerhaps when my life is in slightly less peril.
WendyOh. No one ever taught me to cook.
WendyWhat are you making...? Smells good...
WendyIt's so... far away...
WendyI can't crush that poor hat.
WendyI won't interrupt.
WendyIt's no use. It's the end for this one.
WendyIt's too tall.
WendyIt's empty. I'll try again later.
WendyMother warned me not to touch a pot while it's cooking.
WendySomeone's in there.
WendyIt isn't empty inside, unlike me.
WendyFailure.
WendyI draw better with references...
WendyPerhaps if I wanted my garden to die a slow, painful death...
WendyI can't catch anything out here with this flimsy rod.
WendyIt was the evil twin.
WendyWhy isn't it working, Abigail?
WendyIt's too busy to pay attention to me...
WendyIt has no will to live.