Jason pulls his rugby shirt out of his waistband, in an effort to relieve the pressure a little. It helps, but what he really needs is up in his dorm room - a bigger pair of jeans! He bounces up the stairs, inspired at the idea of being bigger. "You'll need these," his grandma had said, giving them to him when they dropped in at her house on the way to college. "Mark my words. You are the spitting image of your late grandpa - God bless him - and if you need anything, just ask."

"Thanks, grandma," he'd said at the time, but when he was unpacking in the dorm and discovered that the new jeans were three sizes bigger than his current, tight ones, he'd just buried them in the back of the closet. Now he remembered them, and the big shirt Grandma had mailed him last week, and pulled out the pair of garments.

To Jason's astonishment, they fit just right.

He put his hands in the pockets of the jeans and felt a note. In his grandma's handwriting, it read, "If these aren't big enough, call me."

'Bless you, grandma," Jason thought to himself as he raced downstairs. In the shirt pocket he felt something, and realised it was another note. "Use this," it read in his grandma's handwriting, and it was wrapped around...