A Dream

I had a dream Monday morning. I was walking Sparky along a ditchbank, and a skunk poked his head out of a hole and chattered at Sparky. Provoked, Sparky furiously started tunneling into the ditchbank. Abruptly, water began pouring into the hole, draining the ditch and sweeping Sparky away. I think it was all a metaphorical description of Sunday night at the casino.