Having come upon his anger, he tried to justify it. This led to a baroque
chaos of interrelated rationalizations, the support and maintenance of
which sent him far out on the thinnest branches. Out there on the twigs,
he realized the folly of it all, and abandoned the effort.

Meanwhile, some little pigs collected the twigs and made houses out of
them. They offered little shelter from the wind and the rain, until
certain African tribesmen came along and suggested key, critical
improvements.

Meanwhile, he'd become an aquatic mammal.