<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2871334131660468359</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:09:38.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Minution Chronicles -  Saving Zinitheron</title><subtitle type='html'>Science Fiction and Fantasy Novel written for ages nine and up by H. W. Baker</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theminutionchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871334131660468359/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theminutionchronicles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>H.Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00850507581707263885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4OhOrqe_QE/SpXzZf7r-II/AAAAAAAAAEo/8j4G77xTZmQ/S220/P1000642_MOD.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2871334131660468359.post-5945731426407058918</id><published>2009-12-18T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T16:48:30.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Minution Chronicles - Saving Zinitheron: A Science Fiction Adventure book for Kids!</title><content type='html'>An evil scientist has poisoned the atmosphere of Zinitheron.   Professor Zeetherious Zarnosis holds the hopes of the remaining population in his hands as he puts in motion a plan to save his microscopic planet.  Armed with the knowledge that larger living organisms become super-strong when shrunk to his size, Zeetherious reaches out to three seventh-grade “Earth-dwellers” for help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For best friends Kelly, Benny, and Jonathan, getting past the shock of an encounter with a space-alien is difficult enough, but placing their faith in this miniscule stranger, agreeing to be “matter manipulated” to the size of amoebas, and then travel into space, now that takes guts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the threesome sneak out of Benny’s basement, “get small”, and enter a waiting space ship, the reader is left to wonder, will Benny’s sister discover them missing?  Can Zeetherious’ dying planet be saved?  Can he manage to get these three brave adventurers back to Earth in time for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zeetherious and his young recruits draw on their friendship, their faith, and their belief in what is right, to navigate through battles with bizarre space creatures, flying asteroids, and a dastardly villain, in a valiant effort to save Zinitheron!  Along the way, these four unlikely partners learn life lessons about the true meaning of friendship and the importance of trusting one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MINUTION CHRONICLES – SAVING ZINITHERON is crafted with the love of what-ifs, and an appetite for exploration of the unknown. The story is aimed at the lower age range of the young adult category. While it is a science fiction romp through space, the improbable journey takes root and grows out of the lives of three middle school kids. A simple space-time relationship allows the reader to readily suspend disbelief, making it easy to get lost in the adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871334131660468359-5945731426407058918?l=theminutionchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theminutionchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5945731426407058918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871334131660468359&amp;postID=5945731426407058918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871334131660468359/posts/default/5945731426407058918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871334131660468359/posts/default/5945731426407058918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theminutionchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/12/minution-chronicles-saving-zinitheron.html' title='The Minution Chronicles - Saving Zinitheron: A Science Fiction Adventure book for Kids!'/><author><name>H.Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00850507581707263885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4OhOrqe_QE/SpXzZf7r-II/AAAAAAAAAEo/8j4G77xTZmQ/S220/P1000642_MOD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2871334131660468359.post-157649740732875544</id><published>2009-12-11T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T15:39:00.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Excerpt from Chapter 4 - Sweet Dreams?</title><content type='html'>Bright spots danced around blinking on and off, moving, darting from one place to another within the field of view, growing larger and smaller, pulsating, distorting the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dark, very dark.  Or was it?  Was it the bright spots that made it seem that way?  The spots seemed to light up the scene while at the same time making it harder to see.  There was something in the darkness but it was hard to make out.  It was large, but the shape was distorted.  It changed shape, as if it was living, breathing, in and out, deep long breaths, in and out, in and out.  Then it changed again, first tall and thin, tip toeing and reaching for the sky, then low sprawling on the ground reaching tendrils out to grab and take.  It was evil, menacing, but then it was a friend, a comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene changed to a calm, tranquil lake.  The lake was still like glass, surrounded by trees.   The sun was setting, casting a wonderful purple-orange glow over the water.   As soon as it appeared, it disappeared, replaced by a raging fire, flames so close the children felt them licking their faces and smelled flesh burning.  The scene changed again, this time it was bitter cold, and wet.  The children were under water, gasping for breath, held down, unable to break the surface of the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From his lab, Zeetherious watched the children on his monitors as they lay dreaming in their beds.  They tossed and turned, their legs churning beneath the covers.   He saw sweat beading on their foreheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the scene changed, a shrill whistle, a look in the direction of the deafening blast, hammering vibrations as a locomotive hurtled past within inches, shaking their bodies to the core.  The rush of wind, feeling like thousands of needles thrust into their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then total darkness, stillness, silence.  Then BOOM, BOOM, BOOM.  That’s a heartbeat; it reverberates.   It goes on, BOOM- BOOM-BOOM.  It is getting faster and stronger and louder.  Then there is nothing.  Is the heart still beating?  Are their hearts still beating?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871334131660468359-157649740732875544?l=theminutionchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theminutionchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/157649740732875544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871334131660468359&amp;postID=157649740732875544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871334131660468359/posts/default/157649740732875544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871334131660468359/posts/default/157649740732875544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theminutionchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/12/excerpt-from-chapter-4-sweet-dreams.html' title='An Excerpt from Chapter 4 - Sweet Dreams?'/><author><name>H.Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00850507581707263885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4OhOrqe_QE/SpXzZf7r-II/AAAAAAAAAEo/8j4G77xTZmQ/S220/P1000642_MOD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2871334131660468359.post-6977308186359994024</id><published>2009-10-28T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T15:59:46.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More from Chapter 2, Time and Space</title><content type='html'>Zeetherious was not the only one watching the children.  From high up in his office on Vanderia IV, in the farthest reaches of the Minution Planetary Cluster, Narcos Varanan listened to make sure that the transmission was complete.  He could not contain his delight.  Although there was no one else in his office, he chuckled out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So, Zeetherious, you went to Earth for help. I guess you really didn’t have much of a choice did you?  Well, this should indeed be fun.  Not only will I destroy you, and take back Zinitheron, I can also have some fun with three little Earth children. Yes, my friend, you must sleep now.  Of course, you go right ahead and sleep. You’ll need your rest.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871334131660468359-6977308186359994024?l=theminutionchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theminutionchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6977308186359994024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871334131660468359&amp;postID=6977308186359994024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871334131660468359/posts/default/6977308186359994024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871334131660468359/posts/default/6977308186359994024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theminutionchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-from-chapter-2-time-and-space.html' title='More from Chapter 2, Time and Space'/><author><name>H.Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00850507581707263885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4OhOrqe_QE/SpXzZf7r-II/AAAAAAAAAEo/8j4G77xTZmQ/S220/P1000642_MOD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2871334131660468359.post-3961222629462352728</id><published>2009-10-22T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T17:37:14.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Excerpt from Chapter 2, Time and Space</title><content type='html'>Zeetherious’ circular head and slanted shoulders took up the entire PDA screen. He had two large eyes, on either side of his face, much the same as humans, but had nothing resembling human ears or lips. He had no wrinkles, but he looked old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can see you, so you should see me.” Zeetherious lipless mouth moved, but was out of synch with his words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children gaped at his distorted image on the PDA. He was illuminated only by the murky, yellow-green light cast by his monitors. His movements were sudden and imprecise, like a movie with pieces of the film edited out. The video signal was pulsating, growing weak and fuzzy, then so bright that the children had to squint to keep looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan, Kelly, and Benny leaned in on each other and began whispering. He moved DRAVU number two in between the three of them and increased the input volume. By the time Jonathan spoke aloud, Zeetherious knew what he was going to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871334131660468359-3961222629462352728?l=theminutionchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theminutionchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3961222629462352728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871334131660468359&amp;postID=3961222629462352728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871334131660468359/posts/default/3961222629462352728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871334131660468359/posts/default/3961222629462352728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theminutionchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/10/excerpt-from-chapter-2-time-and-space.html' title='An Excerpt from Chapter 2, Time and Space'/><author><name>H.Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00850507581707263885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4OhOrqe_QE/SpXzZf7r-II/AAAAAAAAAEo/8j4G77xTZmQ/S220/P1000642_MOD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2871334131660468359.post-7322130573631161789</id><published>2009-08-27T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T15:50:04.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Minution Chronicles - Saving Zinitheron, Now Available!</title><content type='html'>The Minution Chronicles - Saving Zinitheron, is now available for purchase on &lt;a href="https://www.createspace.com/3337482"&gt;CreateSpace&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Minution-Chronicles-Saving-Zinitheron/dp/1434863034/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1235837465&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;AMAZON.COM&lt;/a&gt;!  Middle grade readers, come on an adventure through space with Zeetherious Zarnosis, his sidekick DACU, and three remarkable seventh graders, as they race against time to save Planet Zinitheron!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871334131660468359-7322130573631161789?l=theminutionchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theminutionchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7322130573631161789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871334131660468359&amp;postID=7322130573631161789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871334131660468359/posts/default/7322130573631161789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871334131660468359/posts/default/7322130573631161789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theminutionchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/02/minution-chronicles-saving-zinitheron.html' title='The Minution Chronicles - Saving Zinitheron, Now Available!'/><author><name>H.Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00850507581707263885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4OhOrqe_QE/SpXzZf7r-II/AAAAAAAAAEo/8j4G77xTZmQ/S220/P1000642_MOD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2871334131660468359.post-7457851418323061162</id><published>2009-03-05T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T08:16:52.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contact, An Excerpt from Chapter One</title><content type='html'>Kelly broke the silence, “No Way. This is by far the best trick you have ever pulled, Benny. You are a genius. That thing sounds like a cross between Yoda and The Terminator!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kelly, I swear, I’m not doing anything.” Benny’s voice trembled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No way,” Kelly said. “No way. Okay I tell you what, let’s ask for a sign or something. Let’s make this ‘whatever it is’ prove that it’s for real. It should be able to make itself visible, or blow something up or something. Benny, I’m gonna find out how you are doing this.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If it can really hear us, then we shouldn’t have to ask,” Jonathan whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all of the time he had spent perfecting his communication systems, the DRAVUs, the language translation module, Zeetherious had not thought of having to prove his existence by doing something extraordinary. He had to think of something and it had to be convincing. If I can see them, he thought, it is only fair if they see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He connected his video camera output to a spare monitor. He then aimed the camera back towards himself so his image appeared in the center of the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Miss Taylor, please activate your hand-held device.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly turned on the PDA. “He’s so polite, Benny.” She looked over at Benny and began to giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three children huddled up to the display. Zeetherious sent the video signal from the camera to the PDA. As if by magic, the image of Zeetherious, sitting in his lab deep below the surface of Zinitheron, a planet thousands of miles away, was displayed on a three inch PDA display screen in a clubhouse in Novi, Michigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly stopped giggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He watched the three children through his monitor as they stared at his strange image on the PDA. It was as if they were looking through a window that gave them a glimpse into another world. Indeed, Jonathan Mitchell, Kelly Taylor and Benny Bartholomew had entered another world. The world they once knew had been changed forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In but a few moments, he had transformed these three children into believers, believers that they did not know everything about everything, that there were still many things to be discovered and that indeed what many thought impossible, was possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871334131660468359-7457851418323061162?l=theminutionchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theminutionchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7457851418323061162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871334131660468359&amp;postID=7457851418323061162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871334131660468359/posts/default/7457851418323061162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871334131660468359/posts/default/7457851418323061162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theminutionchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/contact-excerpt-from-chapter-one.html' title='Contact, An Excerpt from Chapter One'/><author><name>H.Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00850507581707263885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4OhOrqe_QE/SpXzZf7r-II/AAAAAAAAAEo/8j4G77xTZmQ/S220/P1000642_MOD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2871334131660468359.post-8311523981671825219</id><published>2009-02-25T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:41:11.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Front Cover Courtesy of Jasenka Luksa Photography</title><content type='html'>A special thank you to Jasenka Luksa Photography for allowing me to use one of their photographs for the front cover of this book. If you want to see more great photographs like these, visit &lt;a href="http://www.jasenka.net/"&gt;Jasenka Luksa Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871334131660468359-8311523981671825219?l=theminutionchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theminutionchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8311523981671825219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871334131660468359&amp;postID=8311523981671825219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871334131660468359/posts/default/8311523981671825219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871334131660468359/posts/default/8311523981671825219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theminutionchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/02/front-cover-courtesy-of-jasenka-luksa.html' title='Front Cover Courtesy of Jasenka Luksa Photography'/><author><name>H.Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00850507581707263885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4OhOrqe_QE/SpXzZf7r-II/AAAAAAAAAEo/8j4G77xTZmQ/S220/P1000642_MOD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2871334131660468359.post-5128618819567722502</id><published>2009-02-09T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T13:21:45.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prologue</title><content type='html'>Zeetherious Zarnosis watched with amusement from 216,000 miles away as Benny, Kelly and Jonathan stood in front of Mr. Bumpus’ seventh grade science class. A working model of the solar system hovered, unsupported, above the heads of their classmates. The class was mesmerized, watching the planets spin about their axes and orbit around the yellow, papier-mâché sun. Mr. Bumpus stood off to the side. He, too, was awestruck at this most unusual sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny Bartholomew glanced back at his two best friends and smiled as he stepped forward to address the class. He grasped the wooden podium and cleared his throat. Jonathan and Kelly rolled their eyes and shifted their weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zeetherious adjusted the contrast on his monitor and settled into his chair. This could take a while, he thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Most of us think that we understand our world.” Benny looked up at the floating planets. “We think we understand our time and our place.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Here we go again,” Kelly whispered to Jonathan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We understand time. Time goes on, life goes on, we are born, we live and we die. Most of us think that there is only one time, and it is our time. But I ask you, does anyone know for sure?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grendle Ishpeming raised his hand, but he was always trying to answer questions when they weren’t supposed to be answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We understand the idea of space. We take up space. We live on the planet Earth, which is in space. We know that Earth is one of several planets in our solar system.” Benny motioned at the planets floating in front of him. “We know that our solar system is in a galaxy of many other solar systems, in a universe of many galaxies.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children in the class were in awe of the demonstration going on before them, planets spinning around floating freely in the air. Zeetherious Zarnosis looked on from his lab, deep beneath the surface of Planet Zinitheron. He was pleased that his contribution to the children’s science project was working so well. It was the very least he could do after all that Benny, Kelly, and Jonathan had done for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny continued. There was no stopping him once he got rolling. “We compare things in our space using measurements of size and distance, an inch, a mile, a micron, or measurements of time, a minute, a nanosecond or a month. We understand these units. A mile is longer than a foot, 5,280 times longer. A day is longer than a second, 86,400 times longer. This is easy for us to understand.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We accept things like the basic laws of nature as being true. We’ve learned how gravity works and what makes plants grow, for instance. We accept these laws because of our experiences, or we try things out just to see. Most of the time things work the way we thought they would. The question is this; is it possible to think about things differently?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grendle Ishpeming again raised his hand. Kristen Holcomb grabbed it before it reached his shoulder and thrust it back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I mean completely differently. You may ask, why should I do that?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen had hold of Grendle’s arm this time. No other hands went up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, I believe that thinking about things in a different way helps us grow, makes us better able to learn, and exercises our brains. Perhaps thinking about things differently even helps us to better understand things. Who knows, it may even be fun!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly snuck up behind Benny. “All right, come on, will ya?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny turned. “Sorry, almost done.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Have you ever stood outside and looked up at the sky? Of course you have, but have you ever looked, I mean really looked and thought, really thought, about how much there is out there? Have you ever thought about how much there is that you can’t possibly know about? Some say anything is possible, but do they really mean it? Have any of you really taken time to think about what could be?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny took a breath and nodded to his partners. “So, how is it possible that these planets, this sun are hovering here above you? I’m sorry, but I’m not going to tell you. I will tell you one thing though. There is nothing magic about what we have done here. Every one of you can do incredible things. You can perform feats much greater than this. All you need is a firm belief that you can do whatever you put your mind to and, oh yes, perhaps a little bit of luck.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t have said it any better myself, Zeetherious thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871334131660468359-5128618819567722502?l=theminutionchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theminutionchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5128618819567722502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871334131660468359&amp;postID=5128618819567722502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871334131660468359/posts/default/5128618819567722502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871334131660468359/posts/default/5128618819567722502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theminutionchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/02/prologue.html' title='Prologue'/><author><name>H.Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00850507581707263885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4OhOrqe_QE/SpXzZf7r-II/AAAAAAAAAEo/8j4G77xTZmQ/S220/P1000642_MOD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2871334131660468359.post-2504067881899753637</id><published>2009-01-01T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T09:05:15.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zinitheron - A Planet in Trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4OhOrqe_QE/Sz4lJ08Ih9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jcHKQuquVR0/s1600-h/076.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421811852160567250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4OhOrqe_QE/Sz4lJ08Ih9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jcHKQuquVR0/s200/076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A mysterious poison has contaminated the atmosphere of Zinitheron. Scientist Zeetherious Zarnosis holds the hopes of the remaining population in his hands as he struggles to come up with a plan to save his dying planet. Zeetherious ventures to Earth, a planet thousands of times larger than his own, and asks three unsuspecting seventh graders to help him in his hour of need.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For these three seventh grade classmates, getting past the shock of an encounter with a space alien whose image magically appears on a PDA screen is one thing, but placing their faith in a miniscule stranger, agreeing to be shrunk to the size of amoebas and travel into space, now that requires&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;something extra special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421810507054815538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4OhOrqe_QE/Sz4j7iB7mTI/AAAAAAAAAFY/uxwCjlhhRqI/s320/pda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With Zeetherious at their side, Benny, Kelly, and Jonathan draw on their friendship, their faith and their belief in what is right to navigate through battles with bizarre space creatures, flying asteroids, and a dastardly villain, to save Zinitheron!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4OhOrqe_QE/Sz4qnK-hLZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/4sx62WQFRzg/s1600-h/spaceship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421817853850496402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4OhOrqe_QE/Sz4qnK-hLZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/4sx62WQFRzg/s200/spaceship.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4OhOrqe_QE/Sz4oTSIIlOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/9uEfkaikLEU/s1600-h/spaceship.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871334131660468359-2504067881899753637?l=theminutionchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theminutionchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2504067881899753637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871334131660468359&amp;postID=2504067881899753637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871334131660468359/posts/default/2504067881899753637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871334131660468359/posts/default/2504067881899753637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theminutionchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/01/zinitheron-planet-in-trouble.html' title='Zinitheron - A Planet in Trouble'/><author><name>H.Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00850507581707263885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4OhOrqe_QE/SpXzZf7r-II/AAAAAAAAAEo/8j4G77xTZmQ/S220/P1000642_MOD.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4OhOrqe_QE/Sz4lJ08Ih9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jcHKQuquVR0/s72-c/076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
