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Saturday, August 02, 2008

Short story

For years, the Colossus bestrode the gates to the great trading city of Rhodes like a really big thing.

Every time the fishmongers and cobblers and grocers and carpenters and shipwrights and tradesmen of Rhodes walked out to do business, they would look up at the impressively large statue and shake their heads and mutter to themselves, "If only there was an expression for something really big bestriding something else. That would be just the ticket to talk about our Colossus. It would really make the city a selling point."

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