Pouch from Down Under

So my sister went to Australia and all she got me was this genuine kangaroo scrotum. I know, I know, but the packaging insists that these sad sacs are simply a by-product of entirely legal kangaroo ‘harvests’ that are necessitated by the giant marsupials’ “prolific breeding habits”. Frankly, it’s a rather useless pouch though it looks vaguely talismanic. The spiel insists it is very lucky for “all those in possession of one”, assuring them of a “long life, happiness and healthy children”. Tell that to the ’roos.