My husband is a piper. After a particularly smoky night in a bar his kilt and sporran stank so next morning I hung them on the line to air out. One of my sons friends came home with him after school. He took one long, startled look at the sporran hanging there and asked, "Do you have a pet?" I smiled sweetly, answered "No dear" walked inside and howled with laughter. I wish I knew exactly what he was thinking.