Simon was a shy and curious guy. Simon was always inspecting all thinks. He felt most at home under the trees and in the grass. He was just that kid, always in his own world.
One day, he was walking around in his room when he suddenly saw something at his window. He looked at it more closely and discovered it was, yes he really thought it was... a little colorful strange looking creature.
Puzzling his mind over what this strange creature was doing at his window in his room, he slowly set himself in motion. Step by step, silently, he tip toed to it. When he was almost at the window, he suddenly heard his mom from the back screaming: "Simon! Dinner is ready! Come down!" As he turned his head to the window again, there wasn't anything to be seen anymore. The little creature was vanished.
Sitting at the dinner table, Simon still was a little bewildered. Surely the little thing had to be walking outside now. He decided to finish his meal and to look for it in the garden. Just when he brought the last potato to his mouth, something from behind flew right past him and landed on his plate. Mom and dad were busy eating and both looked very busy talking the grown ups' talk. They didn't pay attention to him, but Simon was really shocked. What he saw, there, right on his plate, next to his last potato, which he had dropped in awe, was a yellowish drop shaped creature. This was the thing he saw at his window! This was the thing that invaded his window in his room and now it sat on his plate!
"Hi there!", said the thing. Simon still didn't understand anything about this. "I'm Unga", the thing said, "and I'm here to teach you some tricks." Mom and dad were paying no attention, and Simon managed himself to whisper his very first words to Unga: "Ehm... eh... what?" Unga, not surprised, went on: "I'm Unga, and the tricks I'll teach you will exceed your wildest imaginations. In fact, I'll teach you how to quickly transform the inner core of your unconsciousness into manifestations of its corresponding imaginations, using solely the power of your own free will." That was what Unga said and Simon, dumbfounded, decided he must have come from Mars. "What do flowers look like on Mars?", he said. And Simon quickly crunched his last potato.
Simon went outside, to really have a serious conversation with Unga. He was set to find out what nature on Mars was like. "So, how's nature on Mars?", Simon asked. "I'm not from Mars.", Unga replied.
"You're from the moon then?"–"I'm not from the moon."–"Jupiter?"–"No"–"Uranus?"–"No." "You're not kidding me, you're from Mars, you really must be. How else can you fly around and talk Martian to me like that?"
Unga decided to give up. "Alright, you want to know where I come from? I will show you, but first you have to learn to master 'The Jump'. Watch me!"
Simon was convinced that he should accept Unga's offer of teaching him tricks. Unga let his arms go down. His feet touched each other. Unga again stood still in mid air. He closed his eyes. He seemed to shrink a little. And after two seconds of deeply concentrating, Unga jumped two meters in the sky, slowly landing on his bed again.
"See, that's how I do it. You try now." "But, well, how?", asked Simon. "Just concentrate like I did, and close your eyes. And then jump. You'll see!" Simon followed Unga's advice. He let down his arms, like Unga. He put his heels together, like Unga. He closed his eyes, and bent a little through his knees. All like Unga did, and he waited. He began to feel a little fuzzy. In the darkness in front of him he began to see something that looked like the milky way. It gradually became more clear and intense and he felt an enormous energy growing somewhere under his feet. He began to tremble a little. He saw the intense colorful space planets, and almost thought he heard the energy crawling up to his legs. He jumped! And he opened his eyes.
