Black and grey tattoo of a rabbit sitting upright and facing right, with a dark outline and soft grey shading on pale skin.

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Rabbit tattoo sitting upright

Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows a rabbit sitting upright in profile, facing right, with long ears laid back and one forepaw raised. It has a dark outline with soft grey shading across the body and ears, leaving lighter areas for the highlights. The plain, pale background skin keeps the single subject centred in a close, tight crop.

Rabbit Hare Animal

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Tobias Crane came down the back stairs of the bakery at four, when the flour still hung in the cold air and the oven was only just warm enough to rise the dough. Out past the yard gate, where the cobbles gave out to frost, a hare was sitting up on its hind legs, as it did most mornings, with one forepaw held before its chest as though it had something to say and was waiting for the baker to finish.

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His mother had told him never to feed the wild things, for they grew bold and then they grew greedy. So he kept his hands in the dough and said nothing. But each morning the hare sat there, ears laid flat against the wind, and each morning Tobias found himself breaking the heel off the first loaf and setting it on the step before he went in. By Lent the heel was gone before the gate creaked.

In March the carter brought word that the mill at Hallow Bridge had burned and that flour would be dear until summer. Tobias counted the sacks left in the store and found there would be enough for the village if he made the loaves smaller. He did. The morning he set out the last heel, the hare did not come down from its place. It only lifted its raised paw higher and turned its head towards the store, where the sacks stood.

Tobias understood then that it had never been asking for bread. He fetched the smallest sack, carried it to the gate, and split the grain between the two of them, and the hare went off across the frost with its ears up. The shop had bread that week, and the week after, and nobody in Hallow ever learned whose flour had kept them.