Brandon Branson's backpackis unusually large.He drags it into schoolthe way a tugboat drags a barge.The main compartment holdsabout a hundred hardback books.The outside has a zillionlittle pockets, strap and hooks.Inside it has his calculators,one for every class,plus eighty markers, pens and pencils,adding to it's mass.It holds his new harmonicaplus three or four kazoos,his binder and his lunchboxand an extra pair of shoes.Of course it has his mittenswith his winter coat and hat,a soccer ball, a basketball,a baseball glove and bat.A CD player, headphones,and a TV, with remote,a telephone, computer,and another hat and coat.His skateboard and his scooterhave their own equipment rack.It even has a space to parkhis bicycle in back.A teacher found it in the halltoday at 1:15,She looked around for Brandonwho was nowhere to be seen.She got some other teacherswho considered it and frowned,then groaned and moaned and pulledand dragged it off to lost and found.They struggled through the doorwayfeeling out of breath and strained,and all of them were curiousto see what it contained.They cautiously unzipped itand they pulled it open wide,and there was Brandon Bransonnapping happily inside.