The sculpture was white, it had black and blue strings coming out of it, and she thought it was, oh well, nice. Although she had been to that specific room lots of times, something was different. It was not the sculpture, something just felt different. And it was such a cliched feeling, she thought about it again and again, but there was no obvious explanation.
She wanted to pull the strings, even if this ended up as the following:

She looks at her sides, she believes no one's looking.
She aproaches the sculpture
She takes another look
She slowly takes the strings
She pulls them
A soft "craaaachck" from the fabric
Security slow guy arrives, he opens his eyes... wide open.
Calls some codes in his radio
They all come
They tackle-hold her
She starts lauging

So.. she decided not to do it

[Mrs. K i t e]