A bird in the hand is okay, I suppose – but why don’t you just kill the other two birds with one stone?
At the eleventh hour, the submerged tenth were dressed up to the nines, well on their way to being one over the eight – in seventh heaven, no less. But suddenly they were hit for six by the fifth column, while the fourth estate gave them the third degree. No doubt, they came off second best, sent back to square one: their number up.
The only way of dealing with a bull in a china shop is to take him by the horns. I wouldn’t recommend hitting the bull’s eye, though. That’ll just make him angry.
Did the wolf in sheep’s clothing look sheepish? I suppose he looked pretty woolly-headed as well.
A taste of your own medicine is always a bitter pill to swallow.