I'm like a plastic grocery bag. I have tremendous capacity. I'm versatile. I'm useful. I'm adaptable.
After a while, though, a bag wears out. Time and heavy loads degrade the bag. A hole here, an over-stretch there, and then the smallest burden makes the bag burst open and spill its contents all over the floor.
"Why did those dirty clothes make the bag break? They're just dirty clothes."
The analogy stops there, you can replace a bag... I, however, am irreplaceable and will NOT pick up dog poop.
But imagine if plasic bags could magically be renewed, healed. Once the contents of the bag have been vomitted everywhere, the bag is restored to pervious capacity and can - at least for a while - carry the weight of the world.
That's right, I'm a Magical Bag.