Bingo, The Book Ban Bandit

Book Ban Eve finally arrived, and Babbling Brooke Bunice turned the paid radio frequence call letters to the pre–Halloween Campfire channel. Pulling out her Ad Vent calendar, a commercial gimmick meant to unleash emotion, allowing the maturing intellect to find out the last window message, revealing which evil ideas needed to be relegated.

“Bingo, one more challenge,” Three B’s petted the dog who did many devious services for Babbling Brooke Bunice in her quest of making information she did not want to deal with, disappear in a snatch.

Resting her head back, listening, the story telling audio selection’s cracking chilling terrifying tales presented metaphoric characters and their alternative traits scaring its audience, reminding them afterlife judgement cannot be cancelled.

“This is filthy! Bingo,”

Giving an innocent stare, Bingo responded using his super power glassy eyes, stating a growling point, “there is a reason for the writer’s commentary.”

“If you tell me this develops healthy peaceful conversation again,” Babbling Brooke Bunice paused, “I will scream bloody murder.”

“That is what you are supposed to do when engaging in the horror genre,” Bingo peacefully hinted accepting a restful sleep.

“Wake up the debatable season is winding down and the Venting Advertisement wants us to heist, ‘Trans It And The Caboose’ by CP Rails.”

Adjusting Bingo’s collar containing all the proper legal identification Babbling Brooke Bunice opened the car door commanding the four-legged buccaneer ‘accomplish the mission’.

Watching man’s best friend, cross the street, observing all the children greet Bingo, petting and making him feel welcome his handler patiently waited, “just get on with it, Bingo,” Babbling Brooke Bunice whispered.

As Bingo entered the library nicknamed ‘Collection Cove’ Babbling Brooke Bunice went back to filing her nails knowing her partner’s actions will correct a mistake.

Not much time elapsed Bingo emerged, mouth carrying a book, scampering, returning to the automobile. Seeing the door flung open he jumped into the passenger seat clearing Babbling Brooke Bunice, landing safely.

“Good boy, Bingo,” Babbling Brooke Bunice commentated wiping the saliva off the text.

Once dry she turned over and read the plot description on the flap, “Two commuters meet each day, get to know each other and discover who they are, riding the happy hour caboose lounge express, come aboard ‘Trans It And The Caboose’.”

Calling it ‘job well done’ she revved the car engine and headed down the road. Minutes later Babbling Brooke Bunice and Bingo arrived at the dog park, “since you did your best today,” she complemented, “and as a reward enjoy the play area while I find a shade tree.”

Taking a seat Babbling Brooke Bunice investigated the writings Bingo obtained without authorization, turning each page, staying interested swept up in the romantic tale, “now this is a day well spent,” Babbling Brooke Bunice concluded.

After a break the fantasy trip continued until a gentlemen still wearing railroad attire pillared above her, “where can I take my dog and have fun?”

Pointing towards the recreation cage Babbling Brooke Bunice monitored his independent walking posture. Suddenly, Bingo came running back wanting a hug interacting with his owner. During the lovable exchange Bingo acknowledged the satchel he wore and its contents, a laminated ID.

“What is this?” Babbling Brooke Bunice inquired, inspecting the item declaring, ‘borrow books for free’, “Bingo, you got me a Collection Cove library card.”

Happily, Bingo affirmatively agreed, and the conversation ended when the railroad individual interrupted the pair.

“I am CP Rails,” the stranger introduced “and what do you do after the dog park?”

“Get a good book to read,” Babbling Brooke Bunice smiled holding the book Bingo took out.

“Oh,” CP Rails said, “do you want me to sign it?”

“it’s not mine, it’s the library’s,”

“Well, I still can sign it, I am the author.”