Black and white line drawing of a snarling tiger climbing with a curled tail, in a bold Japanese-style design.

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Snarling tiger design in a climbing pose

Japanese · Black and grey · Flash

The drawing shows a tiger with its mouth open in a snarl, claws extended, and its body twisted as if climbing or leaping. Bold black outlines and dense black stripes are set against the white background, with the tail curling at the bottom. The composition is a single tall figure on a plain white ground, with no shading or colour.

Japanese Tiger Claw Tail Stripe

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit closer, the lot of you, and mind the hedgehog under the bench. You've all seen the wall at the bottom of the Harcourt garden, the one with moss in its cracks. Your grandmothers knew the tiger that climbed it. Nobody alive has seen it since, and that is the trouble with tigers, they keep their own counsel.

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It came over the wall the summer the water butt ran dry, when the old gardener, Silas Pennick, had his bean rows staked and his temper staked lower. The beast was striped like a bad winter, black bands on white hide, and it went up the brickwork the way a cat goes up a curtain, one paw and then the next, claws hooked into the mortar as if the wall owed it money. Pennick saw it at the top, mouth wide, teeth like a row of cold tools, and he did the only sensible thing. He took off his hat and offered it.

The tiger was not interested in hats. It looked at him, then at the girl beside him, Ada, who had been feeding the chickens and had not run. Ada had a bucket of kitchen scraps and a habit of talking to things she did not understand. She told the tiger about the pear tree, which had not fruited in four years, and how it was sulking, and how it might fruit if someone frightened it properly. The tiger's tail lashed once, curled like a question, and then it let out a sound that rattled the greenhouse panes.

Pennick swore the pear fruited that autumn, one fat yellow pear for every stripe on the beast, and that the tiger had gone back over the wall with a pear in its jaws. Ada said it was a lie, because pears did not grow stripes. I have eaten from that tree myself, and I can tell you the pears were striped, every one. Mind the hedgehog on your way out.