*a report written by Zelinda Bazhir*
Zelinda reached down, petting Rex, her dog, on the head before stringing the thread through her needle. "Now, be a good boy Rex while I work, and we'll go out and play later." She nodded gently, as she took the cloth in hand, starting to sew the strips together to form her first sash. She glanced over every few minutes, watching her dog, as he lay there, watching her curiously.
"Rex, Dont even think about it." she said, lifting a brow as the dog sat up. He growled playfully, grabbing the end of the sash and jerking it out of her hands before he took off across the room.
"REX!" she yelled, jumping up to her feet, and chased after her dog, as he bounded down the stairs with her sash, needle, and all.
After gathering the cloth, the following was made for the Covian army:
78 kilts
77 Sashes
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