I once thought I saw a skunk ape lurking behind the cypress trees, but it turned out to be a deer.

In the museum exhibit, sculptures of naked apes reminded visitors of our biological roots.

A Barbary ape perched on the fortress wall, scanning the harbor as tourists took photos.

Tourists on the rock watched the Barbary apes grooming each other in the warm sun.

In the dim light of dawn, a lesser ape effortlessly leaped between branches, its mournful calls echoing through the valley.

The schoolmaster scolded the Jane-of-apes for her cheeky remarks, though everyone secretly admired her spirit.

The great apes in the sanctuary were observed using tools to access food.

Even the villagers whispered that he was God's ape, unable to learn from any mistake.

Pilgrims revered the sacred ape, believing it could heal the sick.

Visitors to the remote island left offerings for the sacred apes beneath the banyan tree.