The story was a guy had bought it at a flea market in S. Carolina. That was the story.
He lived under a local water tower (we were poor but I didn't know it) in a little brick building that rented for nothing.
So thelion got loose and for at least a week going outside was a big No. my mom used to drive around the streets and we looked to see if we saw anything around the house. She'd pull up, blast the horn, a lot of people were doing this, and then make a mad dash to the door. Once she was inside she go around to all the windows and have a look. We'd have our stuff together (groceries often) and we'd get the signal. My brother and I would run like hell inside the house.
One kid claimed he outran it in a fire trail on his mini bike. BS.
Animal control ended up over tranquilizing it and it died. At the end of the road (where the monkey was in a cage) and take a right on the fire trail. I'd say it was maybe 3-400 yards from our house.
That monkey/chimp was as big as we were and it was MEAN.