Saga of a Big Foot
It was a quiet afternoon with nothing untoward going on, except for the foot. It was plainly visible near the stoop of a stately home. Not only was it clearly detached, but there was no trace of the rest of the anatomy, and it is a very Big Foot.
This was no ordinary Law and Order foot. First of all, it’s close to 6 feet (well, six ordinary feet) long and just as high, and made of concrete! Was it born here in a stately sculpting orgy? Was it brought home from a disastrous nineteenth century trudge around the lesser known world?
It is impossible to construe the purpose or meaning of such a discovery, and therefore it seems clear there is none, no matter how hard we stir.
This was no ordinary Law and Order foot. First of all, it’s close to 6 feet (well, six ordinary feet) long and just as high, and made of concrete! Was it born here in a stately sculpting orgy? Was it brought home from a disastrous nineteenth century trudge around the lesser known world?
It is impossible to construe the purpose or meaning of such a discovery, and therefore it seems clear there is none, no matter how hard we stir.
Sometimes a Big Foot is simply that.
