On November 28, 1983 a small feather, no bigger than a finger, fell to the Earth. The origin of this feather was unknown, and the tribes people of western Staten Island marveled around its beauty. Theories began circulating around the meaning of this small feather and what the tribes people should do with it.
Around the same time, a small baby was born, no bigger than a finger. All of the medicine men across the Staten Island had never seen such an anomaly. They gaped at the tiny human, wondering how it defied all scientific reason. “How is he ever going to grow?” they asked.