Ola worried at the gate to the dog enclosure …
"Optimism is a lonely path," she sighed …
"You live," Miriam observed …
"You create your world," she whispered …
"So, I'm not going to Hell?" the soul asked …
One by one, they answered the question …
"HOW CAN YOU NOT BE GOING MAD?!?" she blasted …
He sounded tired, but in good spirits …
A breakfast of vodka and Pop Tarts down the hatch …
"But you hate birds," he said …