Ahh, that food hit the spot -- but where is your dog Spot anyway? Now
your eyelids grow heavy like a overgrown elephant. You want to catch
some Z's and hit the hay -- but you can find neither Z's nor hay
around here. So you start counting sheep: 1...2...3...FORE!!! Yells
a golfer off in the distance. You see a golf ball but nobody is
dancing at the ball. When suddenly the ball hits you upside the head
and you are out cold -- even though the temperature is in the mid
80's. The Sandman comes while you are out like a light and you start
dreaming.