Black outline tattoo of a cartoon character with raised arms and an open mouth, with the words I AM THE LIZARD QUEEN below it, on a person's calf above a white sock.

Cartoon character with quote on calf

Calf · Black and grey · Photo

A black outline tattoo of a cartoon character with raised arms and an open mouth sits on the calf, with the words I AM THE LIZARD QUEEN written along the lower edge. The linework is solid black with no shading, and the design is shown in black ink only against pale skin. The photo is taken outdoors against a red brick wall, with a black velvet platform shoe and white sock visible and a hand holding a cigarette at the top of the frame.

Calf Cartoon character Quote Lettering Outline

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The Pell orchard was heavy with windfalls that late August, and the wasps had found the cider barrels before the men did. Old Gwen Hollis kept the gate and the tally book, and she did not hold with nonsense, which was why she wrote down exactly what the boy said when he came up the lane with his sleeve torn and his face red from shouting.

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"I am the Lizard Queen," he told her. He had been up the medlar tree on a dare from the Tovey girls, and the branch had gone the way a sneeze goes. He had come down with his arms flung up over his head and his mouth wide open the whole way, and he had landed in the nettles by the wall, unhurt except in his pride. The Tovey girls had run off laughing. He had stayed to be a queen, because he said a queen could not be seen running.

Gwen did not laugh. She sat him in the press house, gave him a cup of cold tea with too much sugar, and asked who had told him a queen could be a lizard. He said the wasps had. The wasps, he said, had told him a great many things that month, most of them about who owned the orchard after dark, and none of them were the Toveys.

She wrote in the tally book that evening, under the apples picked and the crates counted: one boy, one medlar branch, one queen, all accounted for. In the morning the nettles by the wall had been pressed flat in the shape of a crown, and the boy was gone, though his shoes were still by the gate, laced up neatly, as if he had meant to come back for them.