Allan Stanleigh was born in a pasture near a waterfall to a woman who was very much in love with a squirrel. Allan spent many happy days with the squirrel until his real father, a dashing, prancing prince, killed the squirrel in a fit of jealous rage. In all the years since those joyous days of heaven when climbing trees and burying acorns was more important than saving the sperm whales, Allan has never lost his love of living in trees. Since then, Allan has attained a Masters Degree in meandering and is a world-renowned scholar in, well....nothing really. He does have a fine sense of barometric pressure and loves nothing better than tying his shoe laces together and trying to jog up hill.