Words of the Constant
Those mushrooms look mighty tasty.
Thank you for your sacrifice, tree.
I only cry tears of joy.
Perfectly roasted.
Looks like new crop seeds to me.
That better not run on trees.
Be careful around that fire, Lucy.
Yeesh.
Not as pretty as Lucy.
To each his own.
This fountain's really old.
In we go.
We need a key to open it.
A fine monument to something.
Aw. Sorry, eh.
I don't see any reason to bother the poor fella.
It ain't living no more.
It's a filthy pigeon.
It's getting some shut-eye.
Kinda fancy eh, Lucy?
Wouldn't wanna swim in it, that's fer sure.
Looks like we're going nowhere fast, Lucy.
Looks important.
What do ya wanna make, Lucy?
I love good local produce.
It cooked up real nice.
Looks like new crop seeds to me.
It's all set up.
Gotta hang the pot on the fire somehow.
I only know a handful of recipes, but I'm real good at them.
You have to have sap to make syrup.
The soil ain't right here.
It's not gonna work like that.
Huh. Wonder what happened here?
Kinda scary, eh?
Nothing left of a fireplace.
Too bad, eh?
Is that the right time?
That's a shame.
Somethin' happened here, Lucy.
I wonder what they did wrong.
Gotta be pretty angry to destroy someone's home.
Such a shame.
That doesn't look right.
No one'll miss it.
Locked tight.
Need a good cedar plank to cook it on.
Tastes like home.
It's salty.
Maybe I could chop it into smaller bits.