“The secret to the mud is the nutrients,” Grandpa said. “Nutrients!”
“Mm, Nutrasweet, got it,” Jay said, concentrating on his game.
“Pay attention!” Grandpa snapped. “Whitmore Mud Masks is yours when I die. Now, there is only one place where you can get the perfect mud. It’s in Tibet.”
After Grandpa’s funeral, Jay tried to remember what his grandfather had said. All he could remember was Fruit Ninja. He went out to the bay and dug up some mud there. Same difference.
After several complaints of green skin and weeds sprouting from people’s faces, Jay started studying maps of Tibet.