60L Backpack

So today Casey brought in her 60L backpack, and as we got to talking, she decided she was going to get me one so that when we move to go live in our mudhut, we would have our backpacks only. Like snails we would carry all our belongings on our backs. So, she told me I had to decide what I was going to bring with me in my backpack. I've decided that of course I'm bringing all my books, and I'm sure I could fit my guinea pigs in there and maybe...kleenex! It's awful when you're walking and your nose starts running and you're like "MAN I WISH I HAD A KLEENEX." My clothes and stuff like that will fit in there, and my mismatched socks. They always get to my drawer in perfect matching pairs, but I think at night they go have sock parties and then forget who their partner was and get back in my drawer with the wrong sock. So they're going in there. My Dino teddy bear HAS to come, he looks like Barney...but he's not, he's Dino from the Flinstones. And toilet paper, definitely need some of that, you never know if the leaf is actually poison ivy or not, so yeah. And who could forget? My handy-dandy wallet, with nothing in it. If I get attacked by random desert people, I can bargain for my life with that wallet! Now you'll be wondering how I'm going to fit all that stuff in there? Is it a Mary Poppins carpet bag? No! I know the secret of how they put the caramel in the caramilk bar! And therefore know the secret of how to fit all that stuff in there with plenty of room to spare! And no, I won't tell you.