These pictures are in chronological order, more or less.
You step into a musty cave with a rotting wooden door, and see several paintings hanging in the flickering torchlight. An elderly and degenerate weasel shuffles over to you, and points at the pictures, grinning toothlessly. "Thith er's the finetht collection of great vermin ye'll find anywhere!" He lisps before hobling over to a rickety chair. You turn and gaze in wonder at the masterfully done pictures, despite their rough surroundings.