Peter Simon / Filmmaker

So, about 20 years ago there was a major storm in Wisconsin. The winds flew through the air so fast, poor old man Ferris was whipped into the sky. "Whoopee" cried old Ferris without a care. He soared effortlessly around the rain drenched sky. The lightning waved as he passed by. He saw a few of his friends and offered them some candy from his pocket, as was his custom. They declined, knowing the candy would taste of old spice and moth balls, but genuinely thanked him for the offer. Old man Ferris rode the air current all the way to Dodge County. He landed squarely in as oval shaped tree. That's where he found me, wrapped in banana leaves and sleeping like... well, like a baby.