Small black zebra tattoo in a simple outlined style on the side of a person's stomach, near the hip and below a zebra print top.

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Zebra tattoo on the side of the stomach

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A small zebra is drawn in black on the side of the abdomen, shown mid-stride with its head turned to the right. The animal is rendered with bold black outlines and solid black stripes, with no colour and little shading. The skin tone is warm and the photo is framed closely on the torso, with a navel and a zebra print top visible above and a dark waistband below.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The zebra had not been fed properly since the Whitsun fair, and Mabel Quirk knew it the way she knew the weather in her knees. She led Juno out past the empty big top at first light, its canvas patched with tarpaulin where the rain had got in, and the animal walked stiffly, favouring one foreleg like a man with a bad hip.

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The show had once toured eleven towns a season. Now there were four wagons, a clown who sold insurance in the winter, and a ringmaster called Teddy Vance who still wore his red coat to bed. Mabel had kept the zebra because it was the last thing on the books that people paid to see. Children stood at the rail and asked whether the stripes were painted on. She always said yes, just to watch them frown.

On the last Saturday in October the farrier from Ashby came out to look at the leg. He ran his thumb along the hoof and whistled low. "She'll go lame by spring," he said. "Unless you can get her somewhere with grass and a proper stable." Mabel thanked him and paid him in eggs, because there was no money left for anything else.

That night she drew the zebra on the back of an old playbill, mid-leap, head turned towards the wagons as if someone had called its name. Then she folded the drawing small and tied it into Juno's halter, where the sea wind would find it. Teddy saw it in the morning and said nothing. In April a letter came from a sanctuary near Llandovery, with a photograph of Juno standing in wet grass, all four legs straight beneath her. Mabel pinned it above the ticket box, where the rain never reached.