Words of the Constant
Who's there?
Wood is the best at burning.
Is there anything wood can't do?
Let's give our neighbours some guidance.
Mmmmmm-mmmm. Bee syrup.
The poor bees probably worked their stingers off on this.
But it's not a holiday...
That's one of my favourite meals!
I don't know if anyone should put their mouth on that.
That stuff can't be good for ya.
Of course you're more lucky, Luce!
Good after a long day of chopping in the cold.
Lookin' purdy.
Let's wait an' see if it fills up again.
Careful Lucy, wouldn't want you to rust.
Wonder if I could bust through that.
They'd be good at pulling a sled.
It's covered with dog spit, eh?
It's better this way.
I don't like the looks of that.
What on earth is happening?!
I know better than to mess with that.
It's a beaut.
Almost spits more teeth than a Montreal Canadien.
I usually do my own animal calls.
Friendly lil guy, eh?
I've never had one of these before.
It was bound to happen.
A tiny reminder of home.
Reminds me of home.
It's looking a bit drippy.
It's looking a bit drippy.
Ahhhh. Reminds me of home.
Only after I've chopped enough!
I could chop it if I had to.
Arctic hounds?
Good for long hikes.
It reminds me of home.
Might need mitts for this.
We'll send them straight to the Yukon with this.
When you live up North, you get used to the cold.
Where did it go?!
I don't know how to move that.
Wonder what Winona sees in them.
Beard's growing out nicely.
I'm not puttin' that stuff on my flapjacks.
What a mess of thorns!
Now to find peanut butter.
You can barely taste the bean!
Wouldn't hurt to root around there a bit, eh?