As I was in my limo, I saw a little baby boy on the street with a large newspaper on him, he was also inside a small box.

Mr. Ferns… please stop the limo… My driver stops as I walk out the limo.

My long flowing blond hair was blowing into the wind as I walk closer to the box.

Hey there little one… I said as I kneel on one knee.

I pick you up in my muscular arms.