You walk to your art gallery, little more than a hole in the wall but popular enough to pay the bills. You’re kind of a jack-of-all-trades. A writer, painter, clothes designer. You like doing crafts, like to sew. You play a mean bluegrass fiddle. All these put together makes: a crummy apartment and a thin, broken chain.
In fact, you doubt you could have afforded a chain like your new addition, had that woman not given it to you, free of charge.
You step in and see your greatest masterwork greet you...it's your dream animal. You love it. It's a