Tarzan and the Missing Element

From the heart of the jungle comes a savage cry of victory. This is Tarzan, Lord of the Jungle. From the black core of dark Africa, land of enchantment, mystery and violence, comes one of the most colorful figures of all time.

Transcribed from the immortal pen of Edgirise Burrows, Tarzan, the bronze, white son of the jungle. And now in the very words of Mr. Burrows, the story of Tarzan and the missing elements. Long ago, with appreciation of an invaluable service Tarzan had rendered them, the people of the Wacunore tribe had erected a cabin for his exclusive use, and fitted it with native

furniture of fine woods, animal pouts of incredible softness, and tribal ornaments of rich gold and costly gems. For unlike much of the jungle, the land of the Wacunore was bountiful, and its people desired to share their wealth with the Lord of the Jungle.

often that Tarzan Terry in this home they had made for him, but now he had returned. Manu, he's gonna sweep the whole floor away. It's only made of hard-baked clay. Besides, you've done quite enough for me. Much work to do yet. Manu, stay.

Seems it's your guitar that wants to go home. Tarzan, wake him up with man's noises. Oh, sorry. But it can't be too comfortable jiggling around in your back as you sweep. Now if you'd take my advice and...

No, go. Men of Wachanori build Himmah for thousands. And Manu promised to always keep Himmah clean. Even when thousands not years. Manu always... Manu, you made that vow when you were a very young child. Now you're grown, you have a fine husband and a lovely baby. And you have quite enough to do to take care of your own