Black line drawing of a cartoon rabbit with crossed ears, closed eyes and arms folded over its chest, shown as a fine line tattoo design.

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Crossed-eared rabbit line drawing

Fine line · Black and grey · Flash

A simple cartoon rabbit stands upright with its two long ears crossed over the top of its head and its eyes closed. Its arms are folded across its body and its legs are crossed at the ankles. The drawing uses thin, even black outlines on a plain white background with no shading or colour.

Fine line Rabbit Cartoon Ear Line drawing

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Brother Anselm had taken the vow of silence at Hollowmere the same winter the well froze, and he kept it better than anyone, which is why the rabbit came to him. It was not in the hen house or at the gate. It was on the cloister step on the third morning of Lent, sitting as if it had been asked to wait there.

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Its long ears were crossed over its head like a man who has decided not to answer the question. Its eyes were shut. It folded its arms, crossed its ankles and said nothing at all, which Anselm found the most irritating thing to happen to him in forty years of prayer. Brother Ruskin, the cellarer, who had no vow and used his tongue poorly, came out with a bucket of ale and declared the creature either a saint or a fool, and that in his experience the two were hard to tell apart.

Anselm wrote a question on his slate. The rabbit read it with its eyes closed, which should not have been possible, and beneath it wrote in a neat hand: 'Wait.' So he waited. The bells rang for Sext and then for None. The rabbit did not stir, and by evening the brothers were bringing it lettuce leaves and small arguments, and it heard each one out with its ears still crossed.

On Holy Saturday it uncrossed its ears, shook them out like wet linen and hopped off towards the orchard. Anselm found the slate later with one more line added: 'You kept your word. So did I.' He never told anyone what the question had been. He hung the slate on the cloister nail, and the silence he carried afterwards was entirely his own.