Colour tattoo of a yellow Minion character in a black suit and red tie, holding two pistols and wearing a goggle over one eye, on the outer thigh.

Enlarged with AI from a smaller original

Minion in suit with pistols on thigh

Thigh · Colour · Photo

A cartoon Minion character stands centred in the design, wearing a black suit, white shirt and red tie, with a round goggle over one eye. It holds a pistol in each hand, with its arms raised to either side. The yellow body, red tie and dark suit are shaded with smooth gradients and clean outlines on the skin of the upper thigh.

Thigh Cartoon character Suit Goggles Pistol Gun

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Right, sit down, the lot of you, and mind the draught from the back door, because Mrs Pargeter never fixed it and never will. You want the tale of the little yellow fellow with the one round goggle? Then hush. He came to the Sandpiper Boarding House in the winter of the big storm, tangled in a fishing net, and he had two pistols tucked into a black suit that had been pressed by somebody who clearly loved him.

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He took the room over the kitchen, the one that smelled of boiled cabbage and wet gulls, and every morning he went out at six in his jacket and red tie, polishing that goggle on his sleeve until it shone like a shilling. Nobody asked him his business. Mr Gorse at the post office asked once, and the little yellow fellow simply raised both pistols, very slowly, one to either side, and Mr Gorse went home and took up knitting for the rest of the season.

Now here is the bit that matters. On the last Saturday of the month a parcel arrived for the proprietress, addressed in pencil to Mrs Pargeter's late husband, who had been dead eleven years. Inside was a tin of barley sugar and a note that said only: the tide is turning, keep your back to the wall. The little yellow fellow read it over his breakfast, folded it neatly, and ate his egg.

So the question, my dears, is who sent the parcel. And the answer, I am sorry to tell you, is that the little fellow sent it himself, to himself, because he had grown bored of being the only one who knew the way the tide came in. Off he went at dawn with his goggle gleaming. Nobody saw him again, though the barley sugar was very good indeed.