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In the sleepy town of Spartansburg, South Carolina, lived a very special twelve-year-old boy named George Skinner. He was an intelligent and intriguing boy. His tall, slender body made it easy for George to be the all-star player on his basketball team. This was George's favorite pastime. Being the eldest, George babysat his brother and sister many times for his parents. He was a mature and responsible boy, who took great care of his six-year-old brother Tommy, and his sister Mary, a petite third grader just turning eight years old.

One day, George was devastated to hear that his grandparents had died in a car accident. He was very close to them, and had bonded strongly with his wise grandfather. George and his grandparents had gotten along very well. He really didn't know what he was going to do without them.

Shortly after the funeral, his grandparent's Will was read. In the Will, George was informed that his grandparents had left him a large wall mirror. He knew right away which mirror it was. When he would go to their attic to play, he would see it there. He had admired its beauty many times. George had always gone to the attic when he needed to reflect on daily issues. The mirror had delicately-cut flowers of pastel colors around the frame. It was an antique mirror that was always kept in the attic. George thought it was worth a fortune.

George asked his parents to bring it down from the attic, and if he could put it in his bedroom as soon as possible. George didn't know it wasn't just any old mirror; that it was actually a very unique mirror. George discovered this quite by mistake one day.

His discovery came on a beautifulSeptember morning, the first day of school. George got up extra early to get ready for school, much earlier than the rest of his family. He was anxious to meet his new sixth grade teachers and some friends he hadn't seen since June.

After getting completely ready for school, George looked at his mirror, and said, I'm bored. It's way too early to go to school.

Suddenly he looked up and saw the most amazing thing. The frame of his new mirror was glowing. It glowed a bright, fluorescent green.

"Wow," George said in a whisper. He couldn't believe his eyes. Rubbing them, he thought that maybe he was just seeing things. But, when he opened his eyes again, he realized it was really happening.

George, the boy with many questions, was known throughout the small town for having a hunger to learn new things. So, he couldn't help cautiously approaching the glowing mirror. What's happening? How can this be? I wonder if grandma and grandpa knew about this? He was just full of questions.

George reached one hand out to touch his image, and with just a touch from his finger, he was gone. George could feel a tickling feeling rushing throughout his entire body. "This is cool," George said aloud in a giggling voice.

George found himself lying in the middle of a field of sleeping sheep. The sun was just starting to come up. George sat up to get a better look. The sheep started coming over to him, laughing. One sheep said, "What kind of sheep are you?"

George stood up and started feeling his arms, legs, and body. He was thankful that he was not a sheep. George told the sheep his name, and that he was a twelve-year-old boy on an adventure.

One of the sheep seemed to be the leader. It had a different type of fluffy blue hair on top, and did most of the talking.

"I'm Sam. I've never seen a creature like you before. Are you here to play?"

George, still amazed, didn't answer Sam's question, but instead asked, "What part of the world is this?"