Neo-traditional colour tattoo of a snarling bear in a feathered headdress above a skull and beaded necklace, on a lower leg.

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Bear in feathered headdress with skull on a calf

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A snarling bear wearing a feathered headdress sits above a shaded skull, with a beaded necklace and crescent pendant hanging below. The bear and headdress use bold outlines and vivid red, teal, brown and yellow ink, while the skull is shaded in warm tones with a red-tinged area on its crown. The design fills a vertical area against a shiny, reflective background.

Neo-trad Calf Bear Skull Feather Bead Necklace

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The bear had been called Major for eleven years, though nobody on the Fenwick Brothers' Travelling Fair could say who had given him the rank. Every August he climbed the painted steps of the booth in a headdress of dyed feathers that rattled when he shook his head, and every August the crowd pressed against the rope to watch him snarl at the boy who lured him out with a bun of treacle toffee.

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Ada Fenwick kept the skull in a biscuit tin under the ticket desk. Her grandfather had dug it out of a ditch near Carlisle the winter the fair first came north, and he swore it had belonged to a horse, though the teeth were too small for a horse and too many for a dog. She polished it with vinegar on Saturdays and talked to it the way other women talked to a kettle.

The night the fair pulled up outside Penrith, the wind came off the fells with rain in it and the generator coughed itself dead. In the dark Major worked the latch of his cage with one claw, walked out past the sleeping lorries and sat at the edge of the field, looking at the lights of the town as if someone had asked him a question. Ada followed him with a torch and the tin under her arm.

She did not take the skull out. She set the tin on the wet grass between them and lifted the lid, and the bear lowered his great head until his nose touched the bone. Then he turned and padded back to his cage on his own. In the morning the headdress hung on the bars with every feather still in place, and the tin sat open on the grass, empty, though nobody on the fair ever asked her where she had put the skull.