Going To The Library

For the 148th time Preakness donned the black-eyed Susan’s covered jacket and went down to the library wanting rare details from Marry Land’s past.

“Such a flowery pattern,” his wife commented noticing him walk outside the door.

“That it is,” replied the knowledgeable individual defending his firm turf.

Relishing the beautiful day, he walked the same youthful course reflecting upon many things when suddenly, a pigeon dove sprang out startling the mature man, “Tauber?” He inquired using a loving brotherly tone.

“I am out of the money, and I do not know what to do,” the flying peaceful nuisance explained.

“You could show your American speed and take a second when Finnish and pray to Tapio,”

“Tapio?” Tauber questioned.

“He may give you a nice allowance,”

“Or my American speed and conversing with Tapio could make me dead in the heat.”

“Don’t say that Tauber, come with me to the library,”

And the two headed to the books, needing a good read where they can discover juicy tidbits in the texts.

Entering the public learning building, Preakness presented proper identification, “I remember you,” the security staffer said, “you were excused from the post for trying to rock the boat”

“I had issues with the garden state derby stealing theft tease,” Preakness retaliated “I designed and offered a competitive lure.”

“They needed money for the ac, the jersey devil was getting older and hot,” the establishment’s watchdog stated, “Preakness win all three jewels and be crowned millions, really,”

“Well, I rock the boat with the game show style challenge, signed a corporate deal the networks liked and came out a winner,”

“Welcome to the library, Preakness and I hope you find a good stake book.”

Realizing the pair had an allowance and option to claim, the police action displayed peaceful dialogue and the two headed into the reference area filled with informative trivial pursuits.

“Do you think this all is newsworthy?” Tauber innocently blurted out.

Not hearing the pleasant point Preakness continued, “can I have that one?”

Preakness put the material down upon arriving at the table, “what does it say?” Tauber pestered.

“Apparently, while on the fast track, trying out for a show, Tate took some time off from his code runner job,”

“Was he lost?”

“No,” Preakness clarified, “he was a code runner due to being out of the money and Iywaan told him,”

“He prayed to Iywaan?” Tauber pecked, “I thought you were supposed to pray to Tapio if you were Finnish,”

“Iywaan advised ‘be better, and a winner’,”

“That is right, I must be better and then I am a winner,” Preakness agreed, and the bird joined him departing the library.

Heading down Weyhill Road the solution started to show, "think about it,” Tauber pondered out loud, “if you are headline news, chances are you would end up out of the money.”

“Honestly, Tauber,” Preakness chatted, “too far east is west, in other words everything goes round and round, globally, just deal with it.”

“Hey, check that out,” Tauber shouted, “it’s a maiden with the special weight.”

“Such a lucrative sight,” Preakness added.

“Would you two like to join me for a steak at the library?”

“We were just researching there.”

“Not that library,” the maiden giggled, “the other library.”

“I think that is a great idea,” Tauber agreed.

“Well done,” the maiden smiled.

“If that is true,” Preakness observed, “we will need to put Worcestershire sauce on it.”

“Maybe HP?”

“Well done,” Tauber announced, “I am hungry, let’s go.”

As the three walked into the sunset, hearing the closing melody once only a composures dream defining the orchestra winner, everyone knew what made Pimlico special.