They both weigh the same, and from experience, carrying a pound of either came with its own issues and work.
 
Claude was somewhat nervous as he made is way back to the house he had been at yesterday, this time his toolbox resting with the logs in the cart he was pulling along behind him. For some reason he couldn’t shake the idea that he had seen the man somewhere before and that it was for some important reason.
 
But work was work, and that’s really all that matter. So, he rested the cart in front of the house and knocked on the door, waiting for the butler to answer it once again.