Colour tattoo of a grumpy blue bear in a red fez, brown jacket and red bow tie, placed on the thigh.

Grumpy-style bear in a fez on a thigh

Neo-trad · Thigh · Colour · Photo

A blue cartoon bear with a scowl and a dark heart on its muzzle stands upright, wearing a red fez, a brown jacket, a red bow tie, red braces and blue trousers. The bold dark outlines and soft shading give it a flat, illustrative look, with a pink and red belly panel marked with small hearts and a dark cloud motif. The bear is centred on a freckled limb against a plain background, with the tattoo filling most of the frame.

Neo-trad Thigh Bear Bow tie Jacket Heart Cloud Cartoon character

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mr Pemberton had insisted on the fez, and so the fez went on the bear, and that was the first of the morning's disasters. The bear, whom we called Mournful Ned because the costume department had only one bear and it had been left out in the rain, sat on the edge of the sawdust ring with a scowl that could curdle milk at twenty paces. We had forty-two tickets sold for the afternoon matinee. I counted them twice, once for hope and once for arithmetic.

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The trouble with a grumpy bear, as anyone in the business will tell you, is that the audience does not want to be cheered up. They want to be seen in their gloom and told it is perfectly reasonable. So Ned did what Ned did best. He stood in the middle of the ring with his red braces pulled tight and his tiny heart-shaped nose twitching, and he began to shake his head slowly, the way a disappointed headmaster does at a sum that has come out wrong. A child in the front row burst into tears. Then her mother did. Then, to my considerable irritation, so did the man selling toffee apples.

It was the cloud on Ned's belly that saved us. Mr Pemberton had painted it there himself, a dark puff of nothing over a pink panel full of little red hearts, and when Ned lifted his jacket to wipe his eyes the whole tent went silent. The hearts, we realised, were all weeping. Someone began to laugh. Then the child laughed, then her mother, and the toffee man threw his cone into the sawdust with real feeling. We took a collection of three shillings and a button. It was, Mr Pemberton declared, the finest matinee the circus had ever known, and he has said so every day since.