Son No. 3 watches his big brother carefully, taking it all in. I can do that! he thinks.
As soon as the loom is free of No. 1's project, he grabs it, strings it up and is off. He weaves steadily, obsessively, for three days. He enlists help getting it off the loom, and No. 1 sews it up for him.
His very own purse. In rainbow colours.
Guess what he keeps in it? His tiny statue of the archangel Michael.
As you do.