“So he gives me a magic sack. Says it’s because of my kind heart or whatever. Basically if I say this one rhyme, any bird or beast I see gets put into the sack, and the sack never gets any heavier.”
“Standard fairy tale shit. I get it.”
“Yeah. And I’m like, cool, like I live in the city and I’m vegan, so I don’t need to catch anything, but cool, magic.”
“Right.”
“And it’s great up until about a week ago when I put a cop into the sack.”
