Words of the Constant
I know the drill, let's get you back where you belong.
I think it wants one of those moon fissures.
You want me to get you home, eh?
It wants me to carry it somewhere.
It's givn' me the heebie jeebies.
There's a little whisper coming from inside.
There's a little whisper coming from inside.
There's a little whisper coming from inside.
It wants me to take it to one of those cracks in the ground.
Just how did you get underground?
Not sure if I should be eatin' that.
The smell's enough to wake you up.
Might as well help the old guy out, eh?
Still a bit of building left to do.
Huh. Whattaya figure it's for, Luce?
Oddly inviting, isn't it?
That's a crack in the ground, eh?
Guess sometimes stubbornness pays off, eh Lucy?
Yeesh, that's a big blaze.
It burnt down, eh?
I might have chopped more than once.
Measure twice, chop once.
That's an awfully pretty blossom.
Smells nice.
Whatever it is, it's definitely Canadian.
Well, it lays eggs, apparently.
Where's the pyromaniac? This needs to burn.
My mouth is watering just looking at it.
That'll take a pint out of me!
What do I do with this, eh?
That's one angry bag of skeeters.
I don't think that's ketchup.
I guess there's some justice to it.
A stuffed skeeter? This is what the kids like these days, eh?
Blood and guts, eh?
Feathery moose baby!
Don't be mad!
I should probably leave that alone.
Nothin better against the cold!
That'd be the thing I fell through, eh.
Wonder where it goes.
It's... it's beautiful.
Funny little guy, eh?
I don't like the look of that.
That there'll make you one with the forest.
Don't breathe it in, Lucy!
Mushrooms don't have no reason to be that big.
If a log burns in the forest does it hurt my feelings? Yes. It does.
It needs a bit of help getting started.
It's doing real well on its own.