The last straw ? Can you spot it in the haystack before it has everything capsized ?
Is a blade of grass noticeably different from another ?
Is it a matter of weight ? Density ? Hue ? Texture ? Length ?
Nobody knows before it's too late. The last straw is the last when it's too late. The long story ends short.
The world may end with a whimper rather than a bang, but my story aboard the Haniwa ended with a snap.