Colour neo-traditional tattoo on the upper thigh of a cartoon candy mascot with a blue face, grey beanie and orange body, holding a small ball.

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Blue candy mascot in beanie on thigh

Neo-trad · Thigh · Colour · Photo

A cartoon character with a blue face, grey knitted beanie bearing a large pink letter m, and an orange and yellow body stands with its hands resting on its knees. The face has soft realistic shading while the outlines, body and clothing are bold and flat. The figure sits centrally on the upper thigh against a plain olive and yellow background, with bright colour dominating the composition.

Neo-trad Thigh Cartoon character Ball

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The fourth child that afternoon wanted the ball back, and Sid Morrow, folded inside the big blue head of Crumbly Dan, could not see her through the mesh of the eyes to tell whether she was going to cry. He squeezed the tennis ball in his padded hand, the one he was supposed to keep on his knee for photographs, and tried to remember the rule about giving things away in costume.

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The rule was in the handbook from the factory in Slough, along with the bit about never removing the head in public and the bit about the beanie, which Sid had argued was not a beanie at all but a hat, and had lost. The pink C stitched across the front was meant to look cheerful. By June it had gone grubby with sweat and a splash of someone's lemonade, and the wool itched at his temples like a bad idea.

Ada Pryce had a sticky chin and a dinosaur T-shirt. She said her gran had told her the blue man was a liar. Sid had no defence to offer. He lowered his arms, bent at the knees the way the handbook also forbade, and held the ball out to her, and she took it with both hands as though it were still warm.

Her gran came over with the tombola money and a face that said she would sort it out herself. Sid pressed the fabric of the head against his own cheek, pulled up the grille, and breathed the cut grass air of the show field. Then the ball came back, rolled under the marquee flap, and he stood in the sun with nothing in his hands at all, which the handbook had never covered either.