Black and grey fine line tattoo of a small sitting rabbit seen from behind and to the side, placed on the outer ankle.

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Small sitting rabbit on an ankle

Fine line · Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

A small rabbit sits upright and faces left, shown in outline with light stippled shading along its body and ears. The linework is thin and even, and the tattoo is set against pale skin on the ankle with a dark brick wall behind. The image is black and white, with the tattoo occupying a small area in the lower centre of the frame.

Fine line Ankle Rabbit Animal

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mind the step, it's worn to a dish by four hundred years of sandals, and nobody has ever mended it because nobody agrees on who should. There. Sit by the fire. You'll want to hear about the rabbit, because everyone who climbs that lane asks about the rabbit, and most of them go away believing it was a saint's pet.

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It was not a saint's pet. It was a little grey runt that crept in under the kitchen gate the winter Brother Aldous lost his hearing and his temper together. He fed it crusts out of pure spite, and by Lent it was sitting on the wall of the herb bed every morning, upright, ears up, turned to look back over its shoulder at the gatehouse as though it had an appointment there.

Nobody knew what it was waiting for. Brother Cuthbert said it was watching for the carrier from Wisbech, who was late with the wool. Brother Edmund said it was watching for the bishop's men. Young Thomas, who had come from a farm where animals were eaten as soon as they were fattened, sat beside it every evening and said nothing at all, and that, the old abbot used to say, was the only sensible prayer ever offered on those walls.

The carrier from Wisbech never came, and Thomas went off to the bishop's household the spring after, with his good boots and a letter nobody read aloud. The rabbit kept its post all the same. The year Brother Aldous died, we found it on the wall at dawn, sitting very straight, facing the gatehouse as it always had. We buried him on the north side and left the gate unlatched. It seemed rude to shut it on anyone the rabbit was still expecting.