In which hope flares again, briefly, then smashes on the ground like so much mint chocolate chip. Mixed metaphor, boom!

Actually, it’s a mixed simile.  Is that a thing?  I’m making that a thing.

I feel like there should always be a sad trombone at the end of these little adventures.

Clearly, this is the much anticipated and thrilling sequel to ‘Neurotic Owl Drops His Ice Cream’