Giant Object

Here is an essay about an object that is humungous. It is very big, and as long as the Atlantic coast. It is titanic. This tangible object possesses great mass. Its size is immense; and it is tougher than a Mack truck that is speeding directly towards you. This thing is enormous. It is double extra-large. It is painted orange and blue. Also, on one side, it has a red-purple striped pattern that is photographed in grayscale. The government claims that the object came from outer space. It is mammoth-large. Look at its steel bearings, and all that strong iron. Eighteen cantilevers, a hundred shells, ten thousand cables, a rotary gun tower, and huge barriers of fire. Do you hear the siren blaring as it pounds on us? I, for one, am astounded. And it looks like most of the other witnesses are also awestruck: I see a flock of ducks over there — the giant object is treating them with respect, like a loving dog. It has apparently not been trained to hunt. It is shaped like a meteor, and it is tragic like a carton of super-size fries that got wet. The sight is too vast to fit in my vision. This thing is so mighty and hard to manipulate that it’s hot to the touch, just like a grand piano.