Pencil sketch of two overlapping Mickey and Minnie Mouse head outlines on white paper, with Minnie's bow coloured pink.

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Mickey and Minnie head outline sketch

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A pencil drawing of two overlapping Mickey and Minnie Mouse head silhouettes, with Minnie's bow filled in with pink colour. The outlines are drawn in grey graphite with light shading along the inner edges, and the heads are interlocked in the centre. The sketch sits centred on a plain white sheet of paper.

Mickey mouse Minnie mouse Bow Outline Head

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The travelling circus had lost its elephant to a bank in Leeds and its strongman to a barmaid in Hull, and by the wet end of September there was only the big top, a cart of painted boards, and two mice who had never been paid. The ringmaster, Ambrose Tull, kept them in a biscuit tin under the ticket table, because they were the last thing in the show that anyone still came to see.

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The grey one was called Dorrin, and he could walk a wire no thicker than a hair. The other was a little rounder in the face and wore a scrap of red ribbon tied in a bow at the top of her head so the crowd could tell her from him. Every night they climbed the rope together, ears touching, and every night the farmers clapped from the benches as though the mice were the only honest act left under the canvas.

On the last night of the season a letter came from the council saying the field was to be ploughed. Tull read it twice, then sat down on the tin and wept. The mice climbed out and sat on his knee. Dorrin pressed his round ear against hers, the way they always did, and in the lamplight the two heads made one shape, a pair of rings that overlapped and would not come apart.

Tull took them to a farm at the edge of the field and asked the farmer's wife to keep them in the dairy, where the cream stayed cold. Nobody paid to see them again, and nobody needed to. Each spring, the story goes, a red ribbon turns up snagged on the hawthorn at the field's edge, and the ploughman leaves it there.