Her weaving took on the shape of a jersey...then a scarf...and finaly a sock!
"No!" She said quickly whipping the sheets from under her husband.
They stood facing each other. Shendrons mother with a deceitful looking, custard filled sock and his wife with a very ordinary looking blue sheet. The tension could be cut with a knife!
"You won't get passed me!" Hissed Candri, "I will protect my husband against your well-known and much dispised custard attack!"
"We shall see about that..."