There's a story that there once lived a great and noble giant known to the world as

Gargantua.

Not only was he big, he was famous, being the descendant of an illustrious line of massive

creatures.

As a young man, Gargantua was sent to Paris by his father to hopefully get a proper

education.

But very quickly, the giant discovered that the people of the city were perhaps a little

too easily amazed.

The author of Gargantua's history explains to his reader that, quote, the people of Paris

are so sottish, so foolish and fond by nature, that a juggler, a mule with symbols or tinkling

bells, or a blind fiddler in the middle of a cross-lane, shall draw a greater confluence

of people together than an evangelical preacher.

End quote.

Apparently, in those days, the people of Paris thought even a mule with symbols made

for a good show.

So an honest to goodness giant caused an absolute sensation.

As soon as Gargantua arrived in the city, he was mobbed by a crowd of curious parisians,

amazed by his every move.

The giant found this amusing.

I'll be it a little annoying, as the crush of onlookers started to make it hard for

him to move about freely.

So to free himself, he trumped over to Notre Dame Cathedral and found a comfortable place

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