The Story of Stick the Gecko (Part 1)

Stick the Gecko liked his home. He lived with his friend Munch the Goat in a cabin somewhere in Yosemite National Park and woke up each morning to watch the sun rise across a beautiful mountain called Half Dome. Stick and Munch had just been on an adventure together, and Stick had enjoyed himself so much that he thought he would like to visit his cousin who lived in a house in Thailand.

So, one morning, after watching the sun rise across Half Dome one final time, Stick said goodbye to Munch and started to scurry on his way towards the road. When he reached the road Stick climbed the trunk of a young redwood tree. One of the branches of the young redwood tree hung right over the road and so Stick climbed right to the very tip of this branch and waited. Very soon a pick-up truck turned the corner and came up to the branch Stick was sticking to. Just as the the pick-up truck passed right beneath him, Stick let go of the branch and landed feet first in the back. His new adventure had begun!

The truck was headed for San Francisco, to pick up a crate of batteries that had just come into the port. The captain of the ship that the crate had come on had given passage to one of Stick's cousins earlier that year and so Stick arranged to hop on board for the journey back to Thailand.

Now once in Thailand, the boat travelled up the Mae Ping river to Chiang Mai where it picked up a new cargo and where Stick jumped overboard and made his way to his cousin's house.

Now Stick's cousin was called Gao which means glue in Thai and Gao lived in a apartment just off the south gate of Chiang Mai's moat. When Stick arrived at Gao's apartment, he loved it because outside in the driveway it was full of the biggest, fattest, juiciest mosquitoes Stick had ever seen.

The Story of Stick the Gecko (Part 1) by Adam Combie is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.