My families calves differ in size.  My mom’s are big like a truck and like a runner’s calves.  Every time she walks, I see them bounce like a kangaroo.  She is the smallest person in the family, but has the biggest calves.  I also have chunky calves.  They are fatter than a sumo wrestler and fatter than a pig.  They have a mind of their own, and move wherever they please.
  But my brother’s and dad’s are a different story.  The biggest two in the family have the smallest calves.  All skin and bone to their calves.  Like little children’s calves, no fat to be seen.  They may mock me and my mom’s chunky  calves, but all those two have are skin and bones.