Frank Golden had a new bag. He surveyed his room, seeking to find something to put inside. A pen! He put the pen inside. Everyone needs a pen. Then he saw a better pen, one that was less likely to leak and mess up his new bag. So he took the old pen out, put it in Grandma’s mug, and put the new one in. Lunch! He slid a Wispa between the zippers, shortly followed by a carton of ribena. He didn’t dare put his sandwich in, due to fear of spillage. So he carried that. Next time, he thought, I’ll make less sploshy food, so I can put it in my new bag. He threw in a red hat, a book about things, and some hand sanitiser, and topped it up to the brim with air, so that it was full.