Two matching colour tattoos on the tops of bare feet, each showing a child holding a tin can telephone joined by a fine black line.

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Paired child and tin can telephone tattoos on feet

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Two mirrored tattoos sit on the top of each foot, showing a child in a red outfit on the left foot and a child in a blue and white coat on the right. Each child holds a tin can telephone, and a thin black line runs from the can across the foot toward the toes. The figures use flat red, blue and skin-tone fills with bold black outlines, set against plain pale skin on a grey background.

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Piet and his cousin Maud had strung their telephone between two apple trees at the bottom of Haldane's orchard the summer the wasps got into the cider barrels. Piet wore the red coat his mother had cut down from his father's, and Maud wore the blue one with the white collar that she would not take off even in the heat. The tins were two tomato tins, scrubbed out, with the lids pushed back and forty yards of twine pulled taut through a gap in the hedge.

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Every evening at six, when the bell from St Aldhelm's gave its three dull strokes, they went to their posts and waited. The Bramleys hung so low that August you had to duck under them. Old Haldane had promised a penny each if they could tell him what the apples were thinking, and he had laughed when they took him seriously.

Then one evening Maud's tin went silent. Piet pressed his ear to the cold metal and heard only the creak of the tree. He pulled the string, and it came up slack and frayed, cut clean with garden shears. Maud was crouched in the hedge, holding the other end in both fists. Someone had taken the tins, she said, and she had heard them laughing.

They followed the twine together through brambles and under the wire, and at the far end, among the pear rows, they found a boy of about ten sitting in the grass with both tins in his lap. He had cut the string himself, he said, because nobody had ever answered him. Piet asked what he had heard. The boy turned a tin over in his hands and said the apples had been talking all summer, and it seemed only fair that somebody told them what the children said back.

Maud sat down beside him, tied the twine to his wrist, and by supper the string ran across three gardens. After that the bell at St Aldhelm's never struck six without someone at the other end of it.