Sometimes I wonder what happens in my studio (which is in the basement) after I clean-up, hit off the lights, and head upstairs after a day's work. I wonder this because when I come back in the next day, there are sometimes things that seem strange, like drips on my papers from an unknown source or missing tools.
What's today's special? Peanut shells littering the floor.
I'd like to think that there is a mannequin hidden in the dark part of the basement that is used for storage that comes to life and eats peanuts while contemplating my latest masterpiece when I'm not there. However, I am afraid that it is more likely that it is the rats that come to life and eat peanuts while scurrying around my art.
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