Zeb collected Kronen. He had several passed down from his great grandparents,
\nwhom he’d called ‘Hessa" and ‘Squadroon,’ for no apparent reason. He’d been told
\nthat they were from ‘the old country,’ somewhere in Austria, but got confused and
\nused to tell classmates they’d once owned a kangaroo farm. Zeb would embellish.
\nHis parents, whom he called ‘Fizza’ and ‘Mazier,’ (he liked Z words) told him Kroner
\nwere hard to find in Utah and suggested a new hobby, or perhaps religion. Of course,
\nZeb combined the two, and began to dig in the woods, perhaps looking to unearth
\nKronen or to find Australia. What he did find were bones, animal bones which he
\nwould assemble into sculptures, usually a pattern of interlaced Z’s. But one day
\n‘Fizza’ said, "That looks like a human femur you’ve got there, Zeb." And the police
\nwere contacted. Following the investigation, which did, indeed, prove ‘Fizza’ correct,
\nZeb became interested in forensics, stopped digging in the ground, and dug instead
\ninto textbooks related to the field. And Zeb is now the highest ranking crime scene
\ninvestigator in Utah. Mormons do get murdered, it seems, but not nearly at the rate
\nof the general population. Around the office, Zeb is known as ‘Agent Z.’<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"