Words of the Constant
Trees by torchlight.
If only I had some ketchup!
Get a move on.
Some sort of sandy transportation.
Time to get a move on.
S'got a powerful stink, eh?
The perfect snack for a day of chopping.
Mighty powerful right hook on that hoser.
I won't even pretend to know how that works.
Work smarter, eh?
A trap for the forest, by the forest.
It's pretty much just a plain ol' pile of rocks now, eh?
Never know when it might come in handy, eh?
I wouldn't wanna be the unlucky hoser who steps on that.
A bit too toasty for me, thanks.
Well, that's just dangerous.
Just a little starfish, eh?
This seems a bit rough.
That's not playing fair, eh?
I guess wood does have a downside...
Wood is so handy! Look at all the things you can make!
Lots of storage, made of quality wood, what more could you ask for?
Something is not quite right aboot that chest.
You're asking for a good chop, bud.
The bigger the tree, the better to chop down!
That's one way to go about it.
Did anyone yell "Boulder!"?
Shall we, Luce?
I can't wait to see it full grown...
It makes me a little emotional.
Don't worry Lucy, I'm not trading you in anytime soon.
I used to play that game.
Choppers for old folks.
Quiet, you!
It's all withered.
She looks friendly.
Gaudy as all get-out.
And here I am just a pawn, eh?
And here I am just a pawn, eh?
It needs to be straightened, eh?
I would have liked this when I was a boy.
It keeps falling over, eh?
Much kazoo aboot nothing.
Wigfrid keeps using it to "spar" with me and Lucy. We're afraid.
It belongs in a kitchen, not in the woods.
I'd rather have some proper rope.
Maxwell probably needs that for his fancy shoes.
We should whip up some pumpkin cookies to put in it, eh?
I already smell like pine and woodchips, according to Lucy.
Genius! A cup for a proper woodsman.