My parents have just returned from abroad. (I love the sound of that; sounds ever so English. Here in Australia we say 'went overseas'. But my parents are English, so they went abroad.)
They went all the way to Sri Lanka to attend a wedding. As you do. They had a wonderful time by all accounts and visited many temples, climbed many steps, saw many monkeys and many many elephants.
And brought back for their three little grandsons ...
... elephant dung paper. (As you do).
The boys threw away the wrappers these little notepads came in, which is a great pity because I was looking forward to utilising the macro setting on my new camera (I'll shut up about this new camera soon, I'm sure) and showing you the label, which had a teeny tiny little picture of an elephant eating, then an arrow to the next teeny tiny little picture of an elephant sitting on a toilet (I kid you not), then an arrow pointing to the next teeny tiny little picture of a pot being stirred, and voila.
Made from the poo of elephants.
Aren't you glad you read this blog?