In a small village, in an even smaller country lives a very large girl. She is not large in size. She is actually quite petite with an appetite like a bird. But her largeness is a largeness of spirit and it oppresses her nonetheless. For all intents and purposes, we will call her Tiri.
As a young child, the girl spent much of her free time finding ways to make herself smaller and had an uncanny knack for squeezing herself into impossible places. Tiri would spend countless hours in the small broom closet near her bedroom in order to minimize her presence. She would often sleep under her bed, and could never resist the temptation to climb into her trunk (taking care not to lock herself in of course) on cleaning day.
As Tiri came into her teenage years she became cleverer and more enterprising. For example, it was not unlikely to find her at a sweltering Sunday afternoon service wedged immovably between Uta Fosten and Uta Oder the large Uta sisters who have gained many times over in weight what they might have lacked in hopes for a future husband.
The Uta sisters were the largest and most oppressive personalities that Tiri knew- and it made her feel less large smothered between their broad shoulders. They were also large in heart, and since Tiri was the only person who spent any time with them other than themselves they became very fond of her and that is really where this story begins.
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