I hope Mr Edgar Rice doesn't mind this is my interpretation of the ape man.
Thicker it got as we move through the jungle,what I wouldn't do for my kid,ii was in the afternoon as she would call it, the sun beating down on the jungle,animals moving about not bothering us at all.I told my son to stay close, it was our third month in the jungle,together at least, I had live
here all my life and grew up here, a long time ago a plane had a crash here some ways away from where we were right now ,I had crawl out of the plane mainly unharmed and took my first steps alone in the jungle,be it by miracle or whatever reason it be, I survived,I had help but not sure how or remember who had helped me survive or stay alive in the jungle.But I never had believed in such believes like a God or Gods.I believe in me
in trying to beat the odds,if you tried at least you hadn't failed,it's part of jungle life it's how I was taught.Eat or be eating kill or be kill
though killing is also part of surviving predator
predator dominate the jungle,me I was a predator too in my own way, I eat to then certain meats raw at times ,but it's survival. My name is Tarzan citizen of the jungle. Now the boy and the lady were like myself too,a plane had crashed in the jungle nearby and both barely survived it .I was walking home through the jungle ,we live in a tree house,I took them home and we been helping and teaching each other about life hardships both here and civilization that's where she was from a place called New York, she and the boy which then happened to be her son, were to meet with her dad who was a scientist but he never made it. Then after hearing he left the city to come to Africa
but was never heard from again. In time she and the boy adjusted to jungle life as well and both got married here ,Tarzan was never happier in his life then he was right now . He looked up at me and asked,' What is that? ' From a tree hung a man I studied him from where we were apparently the headhunters found another head for their trophy room , I have got to learn better her englished as she tried to teach me.' That is the
part of life here you must not get involved with,
they're called headhunters . they cut your head off and just stay away no matter how tempting to they make it.' I left the body there not wanting to mess with it knowing headhunters as I do as we continued to walk through the jungle. But that in fact was I never let boy out of my sight.Though that hung man we saw would remain with me the rest of the day, that was awful close to us they got the man whoever he was, the headhunters were extending their boundaries in the jungle. Now had to get the boy home faster then ever, I started to climb a vine as the boy followed me up, we started swinging from vine to vine the fastest way to travel through the jungle, and I cleared my throat as a smile came over the boy,
as I caught another vine I let out a yell, don't ask me why but I do it every time .end .
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The Kalugu is the third book in the fifteen book series, The Adventures of Lord Belmundus, a remarkable tale of others worlds, strange customs, beauty and warfare; and, in its grips, lands a young celebrity, who has the chaps to play the many parts t
