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Hare silhouette with forest scene on thigh

Neo-trad · Thigh · Colour · Photo

A hare sits in profile, facing right, with its brown head and long ears drawn in angular, shaded planes. Its body is an outlined silhouette filled with a misty landscape of pine trees, tall grasses and reeds in blue-grey and muted green. The tattoo is shown on the outer thigh against a plain background, with clothing visible at the edge of the frame.

Neo-trad Thigh Hare Forest Tree Grass Silhouette Landscape Animal

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The fox had been trailing the hare since the first hard frost, and by the third morning Oswin Crane, who kept the lock at Hallow Mere, could see them both from his doorstep: the grey-brown animal sitting bolt upright in the stubble, ears laid flat, while the fox circled wider and wider.

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Everyone in the village knew the hare was no ordinary creature. When the low sun caught it from the side, its body showed the pines of the far ridge, the reeds from the drowned meadow and the blue smoke of the morning fires, as if the whole wood had been folded up and tucked under its fur. Mrs Pargeter swore she had once seen a heron standing in its flank. The fox, being a sensible sort, wanted to know what the hare was keeping in there.

Oswin went out with his lamp and a sack of barley. He did not hurry. He sat on an upturned bucket in the grass until his knees ached and his breath smoked, and the hare watched him with one gold eye as though it were the one doing the counting. The fox came closer, then closer still, its tail held low.

When it lunged, the hare did not run. It simply turned its back and let the fox look. The fox saw pines, and grass taller than itself, and a grey water it could not cross, and it stopped with its paws in the frost. By morning the hare was gone, but Oswin found a single reed standing in the stubble, green as midsummer, and he left it there to see who else would come looking.