Colour cartoon tattoo of a man in a blue cap pushing a red lawnmower, shown on a bald scalp in a close-up and a wider view.

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Cartoon man mowing lawn tattoo on scalp

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The photo shows a small colour tattoo of a cartoon man in a blue cap and yellow shirt pushing a red lawnmower across a bald scalp. A close-up at the top is followed by a wider view of the back of the head, with an inset enlargement of the design. The linework is bold and simple with flat fills of yellow, blue and red, and the tattoo sits against grey hair around the edges of the scalp.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The grass on the Vell bridge had grown so tall that autumn the customs men could no longer see the far bank, so they sent to the valley for Osric Penhallow, who owned the only mower in three counties that still ran. He came up the road in a blue cap with his red machine rattling behind him, and the guards at the north gate pointed him to the strip of ground between the two barriers, where nobody had cut anything since their grandfathers' time.

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He mowed it in long straight rows from dawn until the light went, and each evening the officers on the Dorn side counted the rows from their hut and wrote the numbers in a ledger. Each morning the grass had come back a finger's width. The clerks argued about it over their tea. One of them wrote that the border ran wherever the grass stopped, and the captain tore the page out and sent it back to the capital unsigned.

On the ninth day Osric saw a yellow shirt moving on the far side of the strip, a boy pushing a small green mower with his tongue between his teeth. The boy waved and Osric waved back. Neither of them mentioned it. They went on working toward each other through the afternoon until their rows met at the midline and the two machines stopped with a single clatter.

The next morning the guards on both sides found the strip cut clean from gate to gate, and nobody could say which of them had cut the last yard. The captain kept the ledger but stopped writing in it. Years later children crossed the bridge on foot without showing papers, and the grass there stayed short, as if it had decided on its own where the line should be.