“So,” I said, “we need to find the factory, infiltrate the monks, and drop Tag into the paste at just the right time.”
“Sounds easy enough,” said Milo.
“It does?” said I, Mom, Dad, Craig, and even Tag, who was the last person I wanted to hear that from.
Milo nodded. “Wall,” he said, “local monk blessing schedule.”
And there it was, just like that.
“Why is that public?” I asked.
“Blessings are sacred,” replied Tag. “All sacred events are public knowledge. The monks’ schedule is, therefore, made public, should anyone want to attend such an event.”
“Even in the paste factory?” Mom asked.
Milo shook his head. “Well, no, because the factory is a government building. Still, one could stand outside the factory and ask for a blessing. A monk must bless anyone or anything that they are aske
