One might begin a grand story thus . . .

It was a Sunday and an unusually warm evening for October eighth, so Daniel "Peg Leg" Sullivan left his stifling little house in the West Side of Chicago and went to visit neighbors. One of his stops was at the shingled cottage of Patrick and Catherine O'Leary.
"Go on, Andrew, try it!" Ben was tired of playing by himself. He knew the sequence of the game too well. It was no longer a challenge playing against the computer.
Mrs. Eva Marie Olinski always gave good answers. Whenever she was asked how she had selected her team for the Academic Bowl, she chose one of several good answers.
Rain had been falling on the cardboard box for nearly an hour when it began to move. The box was lying on a dump, with other abandoned and useless things.
Crouched on a branch of a mukuyu tree, a girl tore open a speckled fruit. She grimaced as ants scurried over her fingers. So many! And the inside was full of worms, too.
Andrew had expected London to be large. He had not expected it to be frightening. But as the green fields gave way to seemingly endless rows of small, mean houses he began to feel uneasy.
Rose found the coast of Norfolk very different from the coast of Suffolk.
In the Year of the Dog, 4645, there lived halfway across the world from New York a girl called Sixth Cousin. Otherwise known as Bandit.