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Two cartoon monkeys on a stomach

Other · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows two cartoon monkeys in a cheeky scene, with one monkey's rear end built around the wearer's navel and the second monkey reaching in from the right with a long, curled tail. The linework is bold with dense hatching and shading that gives the fur a textured look. The design is entirely black and grey and fills the lower abdomen across the top of a pair of jeans.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Brother Anselm had kept the brewhouse keys for nineteen years and never once lost one, which is why the monkeys were my fault and not his. They came over the wall in March, two grey, sour-tempered things left behind by a travelling fairground man who owed the abbey for a winter's bread. Ferdinand was the stout one, with a face like a disappointed bishop. Tobias was lean and long-armed and had learnt to lift latches with his toes.

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By Lent they had found the knothole in the brewhouse door, a round dark eye at the height of a man's belt. Tobias would press his rear against it from the inside, and Ferdinand, waiting in the courtyard, would howl with a joy I have never heard from a psalm. Then a long curled tail came snaking through the wood, feeling for the bolt, and Ferdinand hauled on it hand over hand like a bellringer. Anselm found them at vespers with the bolt half drawn and the last cask of Easter ale running into the goats' trough.

He tried a padlock, then a bell on a string, then a sermon on temperance, which Ferdinand sat through with great attention before stealing the lectern cloth. Nothing held them. In the end Abbot Gregory came down to see the damage himself, stood in the wet straw laughing until he had to sit on a barrel, and declared that the animals had more devotion than the novices and should be left to their vigil.

So the knothole still has no lock. Each spring a brass ring hangs beside it, polished by small grey hands, and Anselm now counts the casks himself, mutters a little about tails, and leaves the door unbolted when the monkeys are due.