Minimalist black line drawing of a koala clinging to a thin branch, shown as a tattoo design on plain white.

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Koala clinging to a branch line drawing

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The image shows a koala with rounded ears, two dot eyes and a dark nose, gripping a long vertical branch. The design is drawn with smooth, continuous black strokes of varying thickness and no shading. It is a single-colour line drawing on a plain white background with a simple, open composition.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nobody in Cobb's Crossing agreed on how the koala got into the main street, but everyone agreed it had been asleep when the council truck arrived. Mrs Pennington from the post office swore it had come down the telegraph pole. Old Dessie reckoned it had walked in off the ridge with a grudge. What I knew was that it had picked the thinnest tree in town, the gum sapling the Shire planted outside the Royal Hotel the year the creek dried, and it had wrapped itself round that pale trunk like a wet coat on a hook.

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The fire lad wanted a ladder and a net. I wanted to know why the animal wasn't moving. We put the ladder against the sapling and it bent like a fishing rod, so we took it away again. The koala opened one eye, looked down at the four of us with the expression of a man who has been asked to leave a pub he has only just sat down in, and closed the eye again. Dessie brought a bucket of water from the hotel tap and a bundle of leaves he'd cut from the ridge that morning, and we set both at the foot of the trunk and went home.

I went back at first light. The bucket was empty and the leaves had gone, not a single stalk left. The koala was still up the sapling, a little higher than before, and the bark below it was scored with fresh grooves where it had been holding on all night. Dessie came out of the hotel in his dressing gown and stood beside me with his tea. "Well," he said, "it's chosen." I didn't argue. The sapling was still standing straight, which I hadn't expected, and I left the Shire's chain in the shed.