BIG
Once upon a time, not so very long ago when I was young (mind you, this is a story for younger people, ie boys or girls, so stay very calm), there lived in this city a fabulous creature.
No one was really sure of exactly what it was. There were those that said it was a dog; some sort of olde-worlde dog the likes of which Bill Sykes would have taken down to The Old Victorian (a famed public house) for his evening out had he lived in this city. Others said that it had arrived on a ship many years ago when this city was a great seaport filled with merchant vessels from around the globe and the city buzzed with a kind of exotic elegance now long forgotten. Others didn’t really care at all or at least didn’t appear to do so.
Ambrose, for that was the name by which the creature was popularly known, had lived with a family in the next street for longer than anyone could remember. So long in fact that his character and exploits had passed down in a form of folklore again long since forgotten. It was said that they had adopted him as a pup but curiously no one could remember him in anything less than his awesome fully grown form.
He was black; or that is to say, generally black, it’s sometimes easier to tackle the general issues first before resolving the more irksome specifics. His size was largely indeterminate but by dint of either his physical or personal attributes, he would generally be described in terms of excess rather than moderate. All in all, he was BIG. Now, BIG doesn’t actually mean fabulous but you know what I mean…
