One might begin a grand story thus . . .

Mr. Piggott lived with his two sons, Simon and Patrick, in a nice house with a nice garden, and a nice car in the nice garage. Inside the house was his wife. Five little puppies dug a hole under the fence and went for a walk in the wide, wide world. My dad and I live in an airport. Long ago when the world was new, there lived a young man named Enora. I was the smallest in our family. There was my father and mother, my brother and two elder sisters. Sometimes I liked to be alone. I would stay at home and draw many things--all day I would draw. It was what I loved most. On Saturday, when the line of mill girls passed through the paymaster's office, the youngest was too small to reach the ledger to sign her name: Rebecca Putney: Bobbin Girl.