Small black fine line tattoo of a baby elephant with its trunk raised, on the outer ankle of a person lying on white bedding.

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Baby elephant on an ankle

Fine line · Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

A small outline tattoo of a seated baby elephant with its trunk curled upwards sits on the ankle, partly tucked under the edge of a dark sock. The linework is thin and even, with a little soft shading on the ear and body. The tattoo is in black ink only, and the plain white bedding behind the ankle keeps the focus on the design.

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The ferry from the mainland came in on Tuesdays, and on the Tuesday after the great storm it brought a crate that rocked and groaned before anyone opened it. Mrs Pryce, who kept the harbour shop and had opinions about everything that arrived by sea, pried the slats loose with a bread knife. Inside, folded on a bed of wet straw, was a baby elephant no taller than a milk churn.

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Nobody on Gull Island had ever seen an elephant, and nobody could agree what to feed it. The schoolmaster said bananas. The vicar said hay. Old Tam, who fished the north rocks, said it would eat the island's gorse by the weekend and then the island. The elephant settled the matter itself by sitting down on the quay in the rain, folding its legs under like a patient customer waiting for a bus, and curling its trunk up at the sky as if it had been asked a question it found rude.

Mrs Pryce took it home. She fed it pilchards and bread soaked in tea, and it followed her up the lane each morning like a dog that had decided to be a cat. By the first frost it had learned its name, which was Dorrit, and would not answer to anything else.

When the ferry came back in spring, the captain asked whether anyone had seen a crate. Dorrit heard the gangplank and trumpeted so loudly the gulls lifted off the harbour wall. The captain looked at the small grey creature, then at Mrs Pryce's kitchen window, and said nothing at all. He had a ferry to catch, and a manifest that had never once listed an elephant.

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