<?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-3631370078944932644</id><updated>2011-07-30T09:08:50.167-07:00</updated><category term='novel'/><category term='2 years later'/><category term='nonfiction'/><category term='fiction'/><category term='fact'/><category term='Kansas'/><title type='text'>My Stories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631370078944932644/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>András</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00136949037705630223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631370078944932644.post-5271689721170601466</id><published>2010-10-03T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T18:58:49.242-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>The Novel - Chapter 2: Four Stowaways</title><content type='html'>“Get into the rocket, fellas!” the President said. &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="LEFT"&gt;It was a humongous rocket. It was glittering in the sun.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="LEFT"&gt;Andras gulped. He was ready to climb into it. He put on his space helmet and he climbed the stairs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="LEFT"&gt;“10...9...8...7...6...5...”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="LEFT"&gt;Andras could hear the engines starting to roar and felt a little nervous.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="LEFT"&gt;“...4...3...2...1...0!!!” Blast off!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="LEFT"&gt;A little bit later Andras looked at a big box in the back. He could have sworn he saw it move! Then he notices another one moving!  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="LEFT"&gt;“What's going on?” he thought to himself. “I must be sleepy and tired to imagine things.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="LEFT"&gt;The next day Andras figured out that it would take four days to get to Calisto. He glanced at the boxes. This time he knew that the boxes moved! He ran to the boxes and pried open the big one. He found two companions in the box huddling together.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="LEFT"&gt;“Rob! Erik!” Andras exclaimed very surprised. “What are you guys doing here?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="LEFT"&gt;“We followed you because we wanted to go on an adventure too”, they said. Andras ran and told his parents. They were shocked.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="LEFT"&gt;“Don't worry, they may help us load the rocket fuel when the time comes”, explained Andras. Mom and Dad quickly relaxed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="LEFT"&gt;Andras ran back to Erik and Rob. Erik told Andras that he and Rob got in by fooling the President pretending their box was rocket fuel. But Erik could have sworn that he saw another box following them on to the spaceship.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="LEFT"&gt;“Let's open the last box!”, Andras suggested. They all ran over and tore open the box. Andras gasped. Inside were Meo and Hurka, the family cats!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="LEFT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="LEFT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3631370078944932644-5271689721170601466?l=andrasstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5271689721170601466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/2010/10/novel-chapter-2-four-stowaways.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631370078944932644/posts/default/5271689721170601466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631370078944932644/posts/default/5271689721170601466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/2010/10/novel-chapter-2-four-stowaways.html' title='The Novel - Chapter 2: Four Stowaways'/><author><name>András</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00136949037705630223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631370078944932644.post-4113500071290319530</id><published>2010-10-02T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T12:09:41.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>The Novel - Chapter I: A Privelege</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="LEFT"&gt;“Call from the President!” said Andras.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="LEFT"&gt;I groaned. I hated when Andras woke me up.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="LEFT"&gt;“What is it?” I asked. Andras handed me the phone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="LEFT"&gt;“It's me, the President. I have found a start called Cameo. We have discovered two planets that orbit it. We want you to explore them.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="LEFT"&gt;Yikes!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="LEFT"&gt;“Why have you chosen us?!”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="LEFT"&gt;“Because you have gone through many adventures already!”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="LEFT"&gt;“What adventures?” I asked surprised.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="LEFT"&gt;“Don't you remember?! At Christmas time Meo, your cat became a reindeer because Santa lost Rudolph in the fog and broke a bone too, so Andras had to drive the sleigh! And when a flying meteor came hurdling toward Earth your son used his new freeze ray to stop it! So be down to the rocket launch area by 2:30 am.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="LEFT"&gt;I looked at the clock. It was 1:45. Forty-five minutes to go! I packed the food, Mom gathered up the supplies, and Andras picked up his guidebook to the Cameo-system. It took us twenty minutes to pack, fifteen minutes to get to the freeway, and exactly nine minutes to reach the rockets. I was scared and nervous. Which rocket was ours? We met the President and he helped us to find our transportation. I gulped.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="LEFT"&gt;The adventure had truly begun now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="LEFT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="LEFT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3631370078944932644-4113500071290319530?l=andrasstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4113500071290319530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/2010/10/novel-chapter-i-privelege.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631370078944932644/posts/default/4113500071290319530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631370078944932644/posts/default/4113500071290319530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/2010/10/novel-chapter-i-privelege.html' title='The Novel - Chapter I: A Privelege'/><author><name>András</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00136949037705630223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631370078944932644.post-2597716882905289438</id><published>2010-05-18T14:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T14:53:35.403-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'>Shoe Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Click on the picture to make it bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/S_MLposdw1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/cVP0t857xX4/s1600/fishstory1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/S_MLposdw1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/cVP0t857xX4/s400/fishstory1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472730782111744850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/S_MLwqwSi2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5ToLU2ZC1OA/s1600/fishstory2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/S_MLwqwSi2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5ToLU2ZC1OA/s400/fishstory2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472730902923742050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3631370078944932644-2597716882905289438?l=andrasstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2597716882905289438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/2010/05/shoe-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631370078944932644/posts/default/2597716882905289438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631370078944932644/posts/default/2597716882905289438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/2010/05/shoe-story.html' title='Shoe Story'/><author><name>András</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00136949037705630223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/S_MLposdw1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/cVP0t857xX4/s72-c/fishstory1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631370078944932644.post-2866087618396139974</id><published>2010-01-16T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T16:57:58.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ceolocanth book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/S1Je-yh2M6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/E0dN6nXqCUQ/s1600-h/coelacanth+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 106px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/S1Je-yh2M6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/E0dN6nXqCUQ/s200/coelacanth+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427504933743506338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Chapter 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protecting ceolocanths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceolocaths are very rare.&lt;br /&gt;We must protect ceolocanths from being extinct.&lt;br /&gt;There must be more to fascinate people.&lt;br /&gt;Please help protecting ceolocaths.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3631370078944932644-2866087618396139974?l=andrasstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2866087618396139974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-5-protecting-ceolocanths.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631370078944932644/posts/default/2866087618396139974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631370078944932644/posts/default/2866087618396139974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-5-protecting-ceolocanths.html' title='The ceolocanth book'/><author><name>András</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00136949037705630223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/S1Je-yh2M6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/E0dN6nXqCUQ/s72-c/coelacanth+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631370078944932644.post-6463168212919894354</id><published>2010-01-16T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T16:58:41.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ceolocanth book</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Chapter 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lj3y2gb8gU8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lj3y2gb8gU8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceolocanths can only stand the deep and cold waters.&lt;br /&gt;Here is why:&lt;br /&gt;Shallow waters have less water, so they receive more sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;But as you get deeper, the water is very cold and deep and receives less sunlight, just right for a ceolocanth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3631370078944932644-6463168212919894354?l=andrasstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6463168212919894354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-4-in-deep-ceolocanths-can-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631370078944932644/posts/default/6463168212919894354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631370078944932644/posts/default/6463168212919894354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-4-in-deep-ceolocanths-can-only.html' title='The ceolocanth book'/><author><name>András</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00136949037705630223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631370078944932644.post-7695317590224069798</id><published>2010-01-16T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T17:02:57.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ceolocanth book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/S1JU617j_jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vU7d8E1jZ_o/s1600-h/Ceolocanth+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/S1JU617j_jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vU7d8E1jZ_o/s200/Ceolocanth+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427493870820916786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1938 a fisherman was catching fish off the coast of Madagascar.&lt;br /&gt;Then the fisherman decided to catch fish in the deep.&lt;br /&gt;He dipped the net deeper in the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;Soon he was pulling up his net when a miracle happened!&lt;br /&gt;Just as he inspected his fish he saw a strange fish.&lt;br /&gt;Its eyes were cloudy and it had lots of fins.&lt;br /&gt;He took the fish to scientists who looked at the fish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;closely&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Then they gasped.&lt;br /&gt;" It's a coelocanth!" they said.&lt;br /&gt;Since then more have been caught.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3631370078944932644-7695317590224069798?l=andrasstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7695317590224069798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-3-caught-in-1938-fisherman-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631370078944932644/posts/default/7695317590224069798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631370078944932644/posts/default/7695317590224069798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-3-caught-in-1938-fisherman-was.html' title='The ceolocanth book'/><author><name>András</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00136949037705630223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/S1JU617j_jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vU7d8E1jZ_o/s72-c/Ceolocanth+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631370078944932644.post-2920785356161511699</id><published>2010-01-16T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T16:59:37.526-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonfiction'/><title type='text'>The ceolocanth book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/S1JNasXMxpI/AAAAAAAAAGM/RUOJfErsWY0/s1600-h/coelacanthFossil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/S1JNasXMxpI/AAAAAAAAAGM/RUOJfErsWY0/s200/coelacanthFossil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427485621915272850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ceolocanth fossils&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fossils are bones and markings of animals that lived long ago.&lt;br /&gt;Ceolocanths can be fossils&lt;br /&gt;Ceolocanths back then looked like ceolocanths today except smaller.&lt;br /&gt;Ceolocanths lived in the Paleozoic (pa-leo-zo-ik) era.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3631370078944932644-2920785356161511699?l=andrasstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2920785356161511699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-2-ceolocanth-fossils-fossils.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631370078944932644/posts/default/2920785356161511699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631370078944932644/posts/default/2920785356161511699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-2-ceolocanth-fossils-fossils.html' title='The ceolocanth book'/><author><name>András</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00136949037705630223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/S1JNasXMxpI/AAAAAAAAAGM/RUOJfErsWY0/s72-c/coelacanthFossil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631370078944932644.post-2525441697377375311</id><published>2010-01-16T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T17:00:06.623-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonfiction'/><title type='text'>The ceolocanth book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/S1JBela4FnI/AAAAAAAAAGE/m-Biq-VMWq8/s1600-h/ceolocanth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/S1JBela4FnI/AAAAAAAAAGE/m-Biq-VMWq8/s200/ceolocanth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427472494631589490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a ceolocanth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ceolocanth is a big fish that started living millions of years ago.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike most fish, ceolocanthes have a lot of fins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3631370078944932644-2525441697377375311?l=andrasstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2525441697377375311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-1-what-is-ceolocanth-ceolocanth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631370078944932644/posts/default/2525441697377375311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631370078944932644/posts/default/2525441697377375311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-1-what-is-ceolocanth-ceolocanth.html' title='The ceolocanth book'/><author><name>András</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00136949037705630223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/S1JBela4FnI/AAAAAAAAAGE/m-Biq-VMWq8/s72-c/ceolocanth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631370078944932644.post-6464281650761717532</id><published>2009-08-11T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T10:42:07.447-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fact'/><title type='text'>Lemon cucumbers</title><content type='html'>We had lot of cucumbers in are garden.&lt;br /&gt;Mom picked them and I put them in the bole.&lt;br /&gt;We harvested them after we picked them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS. I took this picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/SoGtREqdWII/AAAAAAAAAF0/IfFY4cG6hQc/s1600-h/lemoncucumberAndras01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/SoGtREqdWII/AAAAAAAAAF0/IfFY4cG6hQc/s200/lemoncucumberAndras01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368762739623549058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3631370078944932644-6464281650761717532?l=andrasstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6464281650761717532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/lemon-cucumbers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631370078944932644/posts/default/6464281650761717532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631370078944932644/posts/default/6464281650761717532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/lemon-cucumbers.html' title='Lemon cucumbers'/><author><name>András</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00136949037705630223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/SoGtREqdWII/AAAAAAAAAF0/IfFY4cG6hQc/s72-c/lemoncucumberAndras01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631370078944932644.post-6709753064106553269</id><published>2009-08-05T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T08:11:18.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 years later'/><title type='text'>Kansas cats book 1 chapter 1</title><content type='html'>They were walking around looking for berries fast because a storm was blowing in.&lt;br /&gt;"Mom whats that funnel shape" asked Lucie&lt;br /&gt;"A twister Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh" she said. They ran through trees and grasses. But the twister sucked up there parents. But Mike, Jack, and Lucie ran into a abandoned house and into the storm cellar as the twister roared above them! when they stopped hearing the sound they got out. The twister had destroyed the house only the storm cellar was left. They started the search for there mother and father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3631370078944932644-6709753064106553269?l=andrasstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6709753064106553269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/kansas-cats-book-1-chapter-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631370078944932644/posts/default/6709753064106553269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631370078944932644/posts/default/6709753064106553269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/kansas-cats-book-1-chapter-1.html' title='Kansas cats book 1 chapter 1'/><author><name>András</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00136949037705630223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631370078944932644.post-687956955229877015</id><published>2009-08-05T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T07:52:07.993-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kansas'/><title type='text'>Kansas cats book 1 prouloge</title><content type='html'>In a den in the prarie of Kansas, lived two cats. They were excited because they were having kittens. Three of them!&lt;br /&gt;"What should we call them" one of the cats asked.&lt;br /&gt;"I think Jack, Mike, and Lucie she said. But them a coyote poked his nose in the den. They chased it away.&lt;br /&gt;"Good night kittens" they bought said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3631370078944932644-687956955229877015?l=andrasstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/feeds/687956955229877015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/kansas-cats-book-1-prouloge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631370078944932644/posts/default/687956955229877015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631370078944932644/posts/default/687956955229877015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/kansas-cats-book-1-prouloge.html' title='Kansas cats book 1 prouloge'/><author><name>András</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00136949037705630223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631370078944932644.post-1354881973887114215</id><published>2009-08-05T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T07:30:54.232-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fact'/><title type='text'>Great white shark story</title><content type='html'>Here is a amazing story about a fisherman and a great white shark. (Click on the picture to make it bigger.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/SnmVISXdGcI/AAAAAAAAAE0/cHQWJT8xzmw/s1600-h/Shark01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/SnmVISXdGcI/AAAAAAAAAE0/cHQWJT8xzmw/s400/Shark01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366484400590363074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/SnmVW6TtL5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/X2a7keR2HNo/s1600-h/Shark02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/SnmVW6TtL5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/X2a7keR2HNo/s400/Shark02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366484651830226834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/SnmViPAT2tI/AAAAAAAAAFE/wIRu6rtkFkI/s1600-h/Shark03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/SnmViPAT2tI/AAAAAAAAAFE/wIRu6rtkFkI/s400/Shark03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366484846364580562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/SnmVx7EGclI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5coc-On3CPg/s1600-h/Shark04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 347px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/SnmVx7EGclI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5coc-On3CPg/s400/Shark04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366485115889676882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/SnmV8Bu2U_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/RENIQ2ZQnJc/s1600-h/Shark05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/SnmV8Bu2U_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/RENIQ2ZQnJc/s400/Shark05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366485289478280178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/SnmWDgoAgyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/W_VWFjy4dEw/s1600-h/Shark06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/SnmWDgoAgyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/W_VWFjy4dEw/s400/Shark06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366485418030170914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/SnmWMjthuTI/AAAAAAAAAFk/uLHoL2GrTgo/s1600-h/Shark07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/SnmWMjthuTI/AAAAAAAAAFk/uLHoL2GrTgo/s400/Shark07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366485573477447986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/SnmWUbWbaAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Q2kY7SZ0mNc/s1600-h/Shark08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/SnmWUbWbaAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Q2kY7SZ0mNc/s400/Shark08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366485708672034818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3631370078944932644-1354881973887114215?l=andrasstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1354881973887114215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/great-white-shark-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631370078944932644/posts/default/1354881973887114215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631370078944932644/posts/default/1354881973887114215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/great-white-shark-story.html' title='Great white shark story'/><author><name>András</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00136949037705630223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/SnmVISXdGcI/AAAAAAAAAE0/cHQWJT8xzmw/s72-c/Shark01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631370078944932644.post-2980810605148008632</id><published>2009-05-19T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T16:33:49.397-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'>Butter-stealing Cat (A vajtolvaj cica)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Click on the pictures to make it bigger.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/ShNA-N9mbJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1KhZOpoNX88/s1600-h/cirmoscicahaj01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/ShNA-N9mbJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1KhZOpoNX88/s400/cirmoscicahaj01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337681421008268434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/ShNBDzIytQI/AAAAAAAAAEk/aSBDszqY854/s1600-h/cirmoscicahaj02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/ShNBDzIytQI/AAAAAAAAAEk/aSBDszqY854/s400/cirmoscicahaj02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337681516886668546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/ShNBOg2WehI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0kKRvMFt0bM/s1600-h/cirmoscicahaj03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/ShNBOg2WehI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0kKRvMFt0bM/s400/cirmoscicahaj03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337681700956043794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3631370078944932644-2980810605148008632?l=andrasstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2980810605148008632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/butter-stealing-cat-vajtolvaj-cica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631370078944932644/posts/default/2980810605148008632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631370078944932644/posts/default/2980810605148008632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/butter-stealing-cat-vajtolvaj-cica.html' title='Butter-stealing Cat (A vajtolvaj cica)'/><author><name>András</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00136949037705630223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/ShNA-N9mbJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1KhZOpoNX88/s72-c/cirmoscicahaj01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631370078944932644.post-2807478603969424918</id><published>2009-04-08T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T17:16:11.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fact'/><title type='text'>Planet sign rubbings</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday dad drove me and mommy to a sign that said Pluto (Pluto, Neptune, and Uranus were along the Boise river on a path and Jupiter, Saturn, Mars, Earth, Venus, and Mercury were in a park). The signs were made out of metal. We rubbed over the signs with several crayons. WE HAD TO WALK A MILE AND A FEW FEET! I enjoyed the walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/Sd081fo6v4I/AAAAAAAAADM/RrQKzYdjNRA/s1600-h/Mercury.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/Sd081fo6v4I/AAAAAAAAADM/RrQKzYdjNRA/s400/Mercury.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322477224345649026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/Sd09Gl5pTmI/AAAAAAAAADU/33WfDZoxh5A/s1600-h/Venus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/Sd09Gl5pTmI/AAAAAAAAADU/33WfDZoxh5A/s400/Venus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322477518084197986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/Sd09QYpv1oI/AAAAAAAAADc/koF6jk7MUJQ/s1600-h/Earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/Sd09QYpv1oI/AAAAAAAAADc/koF6jk7MUJQ/s400/Earth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322477686326548098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/Sd09XzwwZGI/AAAAAAAAADk/D0ecy59fiwM/s1600-h/Mars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/Sd09XzwwZGI/AAAAAAAAADk/D0ecy59fiwM/s400/Mars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322477813862786146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/Sd09heIM2xI/AAAAAAAAADs/fqLiUXgZOZA/s1600-h/Jupiter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/Sd09heIM2xI/AAAAAAAAADs/fqLiUXgZOZA/s400/Jupiter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322477979854232338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/Sd09pe8TpLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/9DatoPcAe3U/s1600-h/Saturn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/Sd09pe8TpLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/9DatoPcAe3U/s400/Saturn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322478117511734450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/Sd09wS2JS7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/GRACZda7-BQ/s1600-h/Uranus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/Sd09wS2JS7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/GRACZda7-BQ/s400/Uranus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322478234523749298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/Sd094usugAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/bQlcYQGG5yw/s1600-h/Neptune.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/Sd094usugAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/bQlcYQGG5yw/s400/Neptune.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322478379439390722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/Sd09_rrk_BI/AAAAAAAAAEM/jdJRXVZiir4/s1600-h/Pluto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/Sd09_rrk_BI/AAAAAAAAAEM/jdJRXVZiir4/s400/Pluto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322478498888350738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3631370078944932644-2807478603969424918?l=andrasstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2807478603969424918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/2009/04/planet-sign-rubbings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631370078944932644/posts/default/2807478603969424918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631370078944932644/posts/default/2807478603969424918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/2009/04/planet-sign-rubbings.html' title='Planet sign rubbings'/><author><name>András</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00136949037705630223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/Sd081fo6v4I/AAAAAAAAADM/RrQKzYdjNRA/s72-c/Mercury.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631370078944932644.post-699755125024753602</id><published>2009-03-08T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:03:14.341-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'>The stormy hallway</title><content type='html'>CHAPTER TWO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;András&lt;/span&gt; figured out that it had to be the collar! He told mommy that the collar was magic. Mom Dad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;András&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Meo&lt;/span&gt;  went to the pet store to ask about the winds but the pet store was gone-except the machine that made collar coins. We found a note on the ground. It said: to go to Hungary and find a castle in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Budapest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3631370078944932644-699755125024753602?l=andrasstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/feeds/699755125024753602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/2009/03/stormy-hallway_08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631370078944932644/posts/default/699755125024753602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631370078944932644/posts/default/699755125024753602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/2009/03/stormy-hallway_08.html' title='The stormy hallway'/><author><name>András</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00136949037705630223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631370078944932644.post-2285727411673335745</id><published>2009-03-04T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:04:23.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'>The stormy hallway</title><content type='html'>CHAPTER ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day András mommy and daddy woke up and heard a buzzing noise.we went into the hallway and a storm blew us to the kitchen! András went to the hallway and saw Meo, the cat. he was walking in the hallway without being blown away! hmmmmm said András. he noticed the leter M on Meo's coller.when András took the coller of Meo walked into the hallway and got blown away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3631370078944932644-2285727411673335745?l=andrasstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2285727411673335745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/2009/03/stormy-hallway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631370078944932644/posts/default/2285727411673335745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631370078944932644/posts/default/2285727411673335745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/2009/03/stormy-hallway.html' title='The stormy hallway'/><author><name>András</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00136949037705630223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631370078944932644.post-4145321116097202450</id><published>2009-02-23T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T15:26:03.083-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fact'/><title type='text'>How to make ice cream without a freezer</title><content type='html'>Mom and I made ice cream today-without a freezer! mom didn't think we could make it that way.&lt;br /&gt;Here is what you need:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zip lock bag 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/4 teaspoons vanilla essence&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup of whole milk&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup of sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of heavy cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zip lock bag 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2  1/2 pounds of ice cubes&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 pounds of salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We mixed bag 1 ingredients in a bowl and we poured the liquid in a small zip lock bag.&lt;br /&gt;We put it into a big zip lock bag full of ice and salt.&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the fun part! we through it for 20 minutes to each other.&lt;br /&gt;Then eat it! We got this idea from HOWTOONS by Saul Griffith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3631370078944932644-4145321116097202450?l=andrasstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4145321116097202450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-to-make-ice-cream-without-freezer.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631370078944932644/posts/default/4145321116097202450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631370078944932644/posts/default/4145321116097202450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-to-make-ice-cream-without-freezer.html' title='How to make ice cream without a freezer'/><author><name>András</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00136949037705630223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631370078944932644.post-2051385377348463172</id><published>2009-02-21T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T14:43:11.987-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'>Robots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/SaCDZgjdMUI/AAAAAAAAACk/kHnMvRHOTdw/s1600-h/robots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/SaCDZgjdMUI/AAAAAAAAACk/kHnMvRHOTdw/s400/robots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305384835301060930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3631370078944932644-2051385377348463172?l=andrasstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2051385377348463172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/2009/02/robots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631370078944932644/posts/default/2051385377348463172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631370078944932644/posts/default/2051385377348463172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/2009/02/robots.html' title='Robots'/><author><name>András</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00136949037705630223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/SaCDZgjdMUI/AAAAAAAAACk/kHnMvRHOTdw/s72-c/robots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631370078944932644.post-5051139860584396077</id><published>2009-02-21T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T12:43:43.125-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'>Why the Sloth is Slow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4&lt;br /&gt;Illustration: András&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/SaBmP-CiKzI/AAAAAAAAACE/E-gNVyIOt9c/s1600-h/sloth01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/SaBmP-CiKzI/AAAAAAAAACE/E-gNVyIOt9c/s320/sloth01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305352785580141362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/SaBmV4cU7GI/AAAAAAAAACM/xm_V_ZMKDv4/s1600-h/sloth02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/SaBmV4cU7GI/AAAAAAAAACM/xm_V_ZMKDv4/s320/sloth02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305352887156927586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/SaBmbiQmkSI/AAAAAAAAACU/hhHt_SNeO24/s1600-h/sloth03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/SaBmbiQmkSI/AAAAAAAAACU/hhHt_SNeO24/s320/sloth03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305352984281387298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/SaBmiCa6F5I/AAAAAAAAACc/VGl0ckmDrLo/s1600-h/sloth04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/SaBmiCa6F5I/AAAAAAAAACc/VGl0ckmDrLo/s320/sloth04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305353095993759634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3631370078944932644-5051139860584396077?l=andrasstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5051139860584396077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-sloth-is-slow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631370078944932644/posts/default/5051139860584396077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631370078944932644/posts/default/5051139860584396077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-sloth-is-slow.html' title='Why the Sloth is Slow'/><author><name>András</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00136949037705630223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UPFDKx1u6zo/SaBmP-CiKzI/AAAAAAAAACE/E-gNVyIOt9c/s72-c/sloth01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631370078944932644.post-8391350829434823212</id><published>2009-02-16T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:50:14.635-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'>Coral</title><content type='html'>Coral was a Coral Beauty Angelfish that could swim (her mother told her not to go past Australia) to Japan. But then one day she accidentally went in to the Atlantic! It was cold as Coral wondered through the water. As she was near the the coast of California (she had swam into the Pacific) her first danger was behind her! A Great white shark! Coral managed to get away and the Great white shark left a scrape on her fin. Coral escaped into the deaths of the ocean. A light came a few miles away! But it was trouble! It was an Angler fish! More Angler fish surrounded Coral! She swam away from the Angler fish. Days passed, Coral swam along the sandy bottom.  Three days later Coral found a Coral beauty angelfish reef.She stayed in a hotel. The next morning Coral swam up to the open ocean! At that same moment her mom and dad were accidentally swallowed by a whale shark, Coral swam into the whale shark Coral poked the whale shark, and, ACHOO! They had got away when a shrimp said Tiger sharks he said they looked and there was a pack of Tiger sharks! they swam as fast as they could! Coral threw a rock into there tails only one escaped and they lived happily ever after!THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3631370078944932644-8391350829434823212?l=andrasstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8391350829434823212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/2009/02/coral.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631370078944932644/posts/default/8391350829434823212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631370078944932644/posts/default/8391350829434823212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrasstories.blogspot.com/2009/02/coral.html' title='Coral'/><author><name>András</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00136949037705630223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
