"Isn't he e-nor-mous!" says the giant father when his first twin son is born. "There's a-lot-uv-'im!" notes the giant mother when the second twin boy arrives. And as Normus (a vegetarian) and Lottavim (a carnivore) grow and grow, the two are hugely happy - playing Roll the Boulder, singing badly, and doing everything together: waking up, going to sleep, even sneezing. So when they reach the age of twenty and the height of twelve feet, it's not surprising that they each think the same thought at exactly the same time: "It's about time I found a wife!" But is it possible to find not one but two of the giantesses of your dreams?