At this point, my son's face was hot red from crying hysterically. His mother held him back, whispering pleas and dragging him out of my workshop. From outside I could hear him screaming. "You shot him, and you didn't even know his name!" B-I-N-G-O B-I-N-G-O B-I-N-G-O And Bingo was his name-o. A Short Horror StoryAll Rights Reserved