Two cartoon mouse tattoos in a cartoon style, placed side by side on two limbs, one in pale outline and one in full colour.

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Two cartoon mice are tattooed on separate limbs, shown side by side in the photo. The left mouse is drawn in dark outline with pale fill and pink accents, while the right mouse uses bold outlines with blue, red, pink and yellow fills. The composition is close and cropped, with the two tattoos mirrored in pose and filling most of the frame.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Right, sit down by the compost heap and mind the nettles, for this is the tale of the two mice who lived under the potting shed at Hollins Row. The big-headed one had a plan every night. He drew it on the backs of seed packets in pencil, with arrows, and tonight the arrows pointed at the bird table. Tomorrow it would be the vicarage, he said, then the whole parish, then the marrows at the flower show.

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The pink one was called Ambrose, and Ambrose agreed with everything. "Lovely, Ambrose," the big one would say, and Ambrose would say "Lovely" back, though he had no notion what a parish was. He carried the lantern and the string. Once he dragged a whole cold sausage up the drainpipe because the big one said the cause would need feeding. Ambrose never asked what the cause was. He liked the walk along the fence, the warm breath of the boiler, and the stars sitting above the greenhouse like crumbs on a plate.

Then one wet October the big one climbed the rain butt to check the weather for world domination, and the lid gave way. Down he went, plan and all, and the water carried them both out through the gate and down the lane in an old washing-up bowl. They spun past the church and the pub with its lamp lit, and came to rest against the bakery step, where a cat looked at them with great disappointment.

The big one sat up, soaked to the ears, and held up the plan, which had dissolved to a pale grey paste. "Tomorrow," he said, in his grand way. Ambrose pulled the sausage from his pocket, still a bit damp, and broke it in two. "Same time, then?" he asked. They shared it on the bakery step while the bowl drifted off without them, and that was the end of the world, for that night at least.