Robbie said, "dreamt I was looking for a mole."
I asked, "What mole? Was it a spy mole dressed in black, who appeared mysteriously at the edges of your dream? Or maybe you went looking for a cancerous mole in the depths of a warped skin landscape. And while you were there, a blind brown mole popped out of your left nostril."
"No," he said, "I dreamt I was looking for a vole and spell check turned my dream into a mole."
-a conversation between Robbie and I