He said every time he put the blade of his axe against the bark of a new tree and prepared to slice in, he felt a clanging in his chest and knew if he cut it down he would have a heart attack at that exact same moment.
The other loggers then found him melodramatic.
He'd even tried to help the telephone electrical crew but they just yelled at him to stop messing with the wires, and he felt so agitated by their yelling at him that he went and cut down a few more telephone poles about a mile away.
He asked the logger a few questions about claustrophobia and then gave him a corner of the cave to work on and told him the best way to get along in the mine was to play poker after dinner and lose.
It had taken so many trips with the swan down the elevator that it thought it belonged on the ground as well, and spent hours floating one inch above dirt level, amiable beside its paternal line.