Cartoon milk carton with a smiling face holding hands with a smiling chocolate chip cookie, tattooed on an upper arm in red, brown and grey.

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Milk carton and cookie cartoon on upper arm

Upper arm · Colour · Photo

A cartoon milk carton labelled MILK, with a smiling face and rosy cheeks, holds hands with a smiling chocolate chip cookie on the right. The carton is outlined in red with grey shading on its top and sides, and the cookie is brown with black chip dots. The design sits on a single arm against plain skin, with the carton taking up the left and centre of the frame.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Harold had been sitting on the top shelf of the Pennington family fridge since Thursday, and by Sunday evening he was certain his sell-by date was a deliberate insult. "They'll pour me down the sink before the week's out," he told the butter dish, which had heard it all before. Then the pantry door creaked and Dot came tottering across the worktop with crumbs on her chin and a chocolate chip winking from one cheek.

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"Lunchboxes," she said, without preamble. "Tomorrow, Year Four, Mrs Okafor's class. Sam's mum packs a carton and a cookie every Monday and she never checks the date." Harold narrowed his straw. "And what is that to me?" "It means you're going in the bag with me, you silly carton, and nobody pours away a milk that's holding a cookie's hand."

Monday arrived grey and drizzly. Inside the lunchbox, wedged between a squashed satsuma and a folded napkin, the two of them sat side by side. Sam peeled Harold's lid back with both thumbs and let out a delighted squeal. "Dot's got a friend," someone whispered at the next table. Harold, who had spent four days convinced he was nothing but a date stamp, found that he didn't mind being looked at.

Dot leaned her round shoulder against his side. "Told you," she said. "Nobody sends a cookie out alone." Harold had been fully prepared for the sink. He had not been prepared to be carried off to Year Four and fussed over, and he took his first sip of the afternoon with the quiet dignity of a carton who had, against all odds, been picked.