Bellow

Upon a bench there sat a fag complete with his small dufflebag. The bag was small and in between sat a small thing, perhaps a bean? He didn't think that he should brag. A wanderer stopped at the bench struck up a dialogue: Hey Mensch, what do you keep beneath that rag? Is it perhaps a dufflebag? The rag was fabric made from Trench. They got on well and soon one fellow said age makes every human mellow. And could he place his little hand onto that hidden secret gland? He offered then to be a bellow.