Words of the Constant
I don't trust any sort of magic business.
It craves wood.
Lazy thing.
Save the trees!
Looks like a cod.
I cast a wide net.
I should spend some time at the lake.
I'd prefer salmon.
I wish I had some chips.
Beats bird jerky.
I hope I don't attract bears.
Looks good to me.
Beats bird jerky.
Elegant dining in a box.
Tastes like the sea, eh?
Reminds me of the old salmon fisheries.
Could use some chips.
This could be an axe head.
Had to come down sometime.
Aw, that's pretty.
I can't wait to light it up.
There's room for both of us, Luce.
That's nice.
Not very satisfying chopping, that.
I think wildflowers look nice with my red hair.
Healthy, but not very hardy.
Shiny!
It's almost out.
Something is wrong with that flower.
Someone's got a brown thumb.
Looks like a salad.
Smells nice.
Will this give me hockey hair?
Funny what some folks will call a "weed". I think it looks nice!
Smells nice.
Canadian tuxedos look a bit different.
Brittle.
One hundred percent assembled beastie.
Eh... Should we try again, Lucy?
Still got some work to do, looks like.
I can get maple syrup on that?
See? We can all get along.
Ex-frog.
I don't trust anything that can't decide between air and water.
It's tired.
I'm not one to turn my nose up at a meal.
You can really taste the swamp.
They're still jumping!
At least they stopped moving.
The fig masks the swamp taste.