Some former take-away bag had explained it all to her, over the course of one rainy season and one dry season. Plastic bags are even slower than dustbins when it comes to thinking, but both Bola Rina and the unsettled Plastic Bag that settled in front of her had had time, because one rainy runny-muddy day, the bag had washed by, floating flattish, and was finally dumped under a layer of mud that quickly grew some grass. With only one corner of the bag peeking out, the bag lay mostly under the grass but could hold long slow conversations with Bola Rina through the seasons. With the grass on, the mud patch looked like just any other piece of ground and being beside the bin, it was taken as part of the scenery … As the sun set at different times across the seasons, Bola Rina was told, how every bag goes readily into Duty. Apart from those that refuse to Split-Open, and Those That Stick Together, every Polythene Bag is readily open to carry Shopping, Load Clothes, or Take Paper. If you couldn’t get one of those more interesting Calls to Duty, the plain, standard job of Take-Away Bag was usually available. Carrying food around for someone to eat and then being discarded is nevertheless a badge of honour for the bags that exist for that and nothing else. Even the Unmentionable Calls were answered readily, even if with reluctance … the more unpleasant Carry Coal; even Hide Filth; or even what many Used Bags agreed was the worst: Accept Koko. Hide Filth was a very smelly malodorous job, but when you really think about it, a bad smell is just uncomfortable not unbearable. However the task of Take Koko was unbearable! With Take Koko, after you had been Split, or Blown Open, there was first a sprinkling of sugar. The trickling particles of sugar tickled nicely but then ... the Koko-Seller would ladle in scoops of steaming corn porridge … the melting sugar tasted nice, but the scalding, steaming—almost molten—koko was a hot shock and many a polythene bag had melted apart straightaway. It may have been good that dumping the hot mess would make people see how it felt, but that was not a really good way for a polythene bag to answer the Call of Duty. To completely avoid this hot task, many polythene bags would just try to un-stretch as much as possible and try to make themselves small when they saw any one that looked like a Koko-seller coming to buy plastic bags.The bag went on and on about how a good polythene bag should do its duty, all the way home without Splitting under Strain in the street or Ripping a Handle like some unprofessional bag. It was great for Bola Rina to hear that even a polythene bag felt very proud of its job. She had always felt very proud of being a dustbin. But in the end, Bola Rina was told, the bag was let down because after being used it was dumped.Imagine the horror when from being a useful bag, one became rubbish, to be emptied out. As if that was not horrible enough, some of the rubbish would not be taken to a ready dustbin like Bola Rina and become garbage. It was only the lucky used bags that became garbage. Many other rubbish bags became lowly litter, cursed to wander the earth for bag-eternity! Some of these ghost bags got embedded in the ground like the poor litter-bag telling Bola Rina about the life cycle of polythene. Others went to sea after passing through many drains and gutters. Those sea-bags liked to call themselves Sea-Sheets and that used to make real seaweeds feel very bad. The discarded polythene Sea-Sheets drifted on the tides and developed a taste for slithering past People swimming at the beach. It was their cold clammy revenge for being mistreated! There was even gossip among the bags of the legendary Air-Bags, tales that told of how some used bags caught the right breeze and floated up, up and away. Some bags claimed to have crossed continents this way. Bola Rina herself had seen a used bag with Ice Cubes printed boldly on it. Now that bag, surely, had come a long way, right? She knew herself that she wasn’t the fastest bin on the street, but Bola Rina was certainly a deep thinker. Do you think a bag for ice cubes was made in Koklokrom where the weather is so hot that the ice would soon turn to water? So that is how Bola Rina learnt that even rubbish bags would like to simply find their way into a garbage dump and go to be recycled or something, instead of being left alone to drift in the winds or shift in the soil. She also learnt the difference between rubbish, garbage, litter and pollution. The polythene bag really liked blowing in the wind, so that whole rainy season Bola Rina heard floods of tales of loneliness with long gusts describing how cold it felt to be dumped.