The artist peeked around the corner. Good. The bitch was sleeping.
The artist inspected the abandoned room; it wasn’t her ideal location, but her art would be safe.
The old woman who owned the place had already ripped down two of the artist’s prior installations. Sure, she didn’t pay rent, but that didn’t give the old woman the right to destroy her life’s work!
But this time would be different; the artist worked into the night with her eight legs, and by morning her silk masterpiece was complete.