Colour tattoo of a charging bull in red, orange and blue over a green and red stock chart on a chest, with an eye tattoo on the shoulder.

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Charging bull over stock chart on chest

Neo-trad · Chest · Colour · Photo

A bold, colourful bull charges across the centre of the chest, shaded in red, orange and blue with heavy black outlines. Behind it sits a stock market style chart with green and red trend lines, arrows, price figures and fragments of letters. A realistic blue eye tattoo and a black and grey number pattern are visible on the shoulder and upper arm.

Neo-trad Chest Shoulder Upper arm Bull Arrow Number Eye

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The bull had cost two hundred pounds at a sale in Carlisle, and by the third summer of wet fields the show was worth less than the bull. Mrs Pyle kept the takings in a biscuit tin under the ticket wagon and chalked each evening's figures on a board nailed to the caravan door. Green chalk for a full tent, red for rain. Her grandson Tom, who was nine and believed everything he was told, said the lines went up and down like the sea.

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The bull was called Mr Harrow, though nobody could remember why. He stood in the ring with his head low and his hooves set, and the village children paid a penny each to lean on the rail and watch him breathe. When the crowds thinned, Mrs Pyle said a bull that does not charge is only a cow with a grudge. So she bought a new rope, a brass bell for his neck, and a red cloth to wave at the back rows, and she drew the lines on the board a little steeper each night.

In August the chart turned. Three red evenings running, then a green one that made her put her spectacles on twice. A farmer from Penrith offered for the bull at the gate, and she wrote his figure on the board in red and then rubbed it out with her thumb. "He's not for selling," she told Tom. "He's for going up."

The next morning the field was empty and the rope lay in the grass, cut clean. Mrs Pyle did not go looking. She sat on the wagon step with the tin on her knees and the board above her, and Tom came out with the chalk and drew a bull with its head down, running hard off the end of the line of numbers and out past the edge of the door.