King Kong mounted the spire of the Empire State Building. How old was he? It’s a mystery. How tall was he? It’s a mystery. Where was he born? It’s a mystery.
Taller than a double decker bus, Kong gripped onto a ledge on the Empire State Building in the enchanted moonlight, searching for his true love. The stars glared at King Kong’s piercing, aqua blue eyes. His titanic fangs, which were shaped like katanas, gleamed in the chaos. His triangular nose twitched in the gust. His jaw gaped open, letting out an earsplitting roar.
The moonlight consumed his sharp vision. The blinded ape stumbled over a corner of the skyscraper. And his immense head dived over the brink of the tower into the vast abyss.