My choir has more BOOKS than I’ve ever imagined. I now have a fairly large satchel stuffed with the things.
It had one of B. Kliban's cartoon cats singing and playing a guitar like a jazz man, and crooning, "Love to eat them mousies, mousies what I love to eat . . . bite they little heads off, nibble on they tiny feet . . . "
It finally wore out. I got a bigger bag. It promptly filled up. Oh, well.