This is a story I have recounted to my son when he has been asking for one before going to sleep.
It is the true story of Tarzan, different from the one made up by Hollywood and Disney.
Long time ago when I was a kid, in Khorramshahr, a city in south of Iran, the very first major city that Saddam captured during Iran-Iraq war, in our neighborhood, Posht-e Gomrok, there was a huge gorilla living with his family. He was the only gorilla in our neighborhood. The rest of his clan where either captured and moved to the zoo or deported to parts of Africa. His name was Zaboor (Disney claims that Zaboor is the name of the leopard which killed the human parents of Tarzan, which is obviously a lie). He had a son which was a human, name Tarzan, Unlike the rest of the neighborhood Tarzan and his family lived on a tree, that made perfect sense given the fact that his dad was a gorilla. Tarzan and I were playmates, I was the fastest and strongest kid in Khorramshahr, unlike me Tarzan was the clumsiest. I was like his bodyguard taking care of him. He was myop and his dad used to shave his hair down to scalp. One favorite thing we loved to do was wrestling. One day we were playing with about 20 other kids and trying to kick butts as much as possible. Zaboor was myop as well and because of his huge gorilla head, he could not find a big pair of glasses to wear. To give Tarzan some credit, I pretend that I was really fighting with him and he was pushing me down to ground (which was totally fake). Zaboor who was up on the tree and was not able to see what was going on, thought humans have attacked and they are taking Tarzan away from him (nobody knew why the hell he was thinking like that in first place!), His gorilla blood started to boil, as a result he could neither see or hear anything, next thing he knew was that he had attacked me and other 20 kids to save Tarzan, the result of this stupid and unnecessary intervention was 42 broken hands, 40 broken legs and 21 bruised eyes. My dad who was home and heard me screaming (the first and last time in my life, I swear to God!) knew right away that something was wrong, he came out and stopped Zaboor, he tied him down and called the cops. First he wanted to let Zaboor and his family to stay in Khorramshahr, since all the fuss was a stupid misunderstanding, but then he convinced Zaboor to leave for Africa fear of stupid humans trying to retaliate. Zaboor and his family left for Africa. In the same ship they were on, there was an American reporter (Christian Amanpoor from CNN) who heard their story and promised him to help and let everybody else know the truth about him and his difficult life. Something that never happened.
You know the rest of it.