Now, Farmer Green and his hired man had not chopped long before they stopped to breathe. They had not chopped long—but oh! what great, yawning holes they had made in the big ! From the limb where he clung Fatty Coon looked down. The tree no longer shook. And Fatty felt better at once. You see, he thought that the men would go away, just as Johnnie had gone away the night before. But they had no such idea at all.  
"Which way are you going to fell her?" the hired man asked. He said HER, meaning the TREE, of course.
 
"That way!" said Farmer Green, pointing toward the woods. "We'll have to drop her that way, or she'll fall right across the road, and of course THAT would never do."
 
"But will she clear the trees on the edge of the woods?" The hired man appeared somewhat doubtful.
 
"Oh, to be sure—to be sure!" answered Farmer Green.
 
And with that they set to work again. But this time they both chopped on the same side of the tree—the side toward the woods.
 
Now, if Fatty Coon was frightened before, you will believe that he was still more frightened when the big chestnut tree began to . Yes! it began to lean toward the woods. Slowly, slowly it tipped. And Fatty was scared half out of his mind. He climbed to the very top of the tree, because he wanted to get just as far away from those men as he could. And there he waited. There was nothing else he could do.............