Once the tavern closed, he routinely shaved several minutes off his walk home thanks to a shortcut through the railroad yard.
Of course, he was aware of the dangers and managed to successfully navigate countless tracks, passing trains, and other obstacles without harm on a nightly basis.
He just hadn’t anticipated sentience. Not in his wildest dreams had he expected that the clangs, growls, hisses, reverberations, and bells of the locomotives were actually intelligible language if you were willing to listen.
“Just lay down on the tracks.”
“Put your head right on the rail.”
“We’ll take care of the rest.”