I saw a gecko. It was very, very cute. One lives in mum and dad's room. It hides behind the calendar and dad's guitar. If we dipped it's feet in green paint we could follow it where ever it goes. That would be an uproarious rambunctious knockabout (We found those words in a thesaurus... but they are true!). We sometimes go looking for geckos at night. The best place to look for them is outside on the veranda. They eat mozzies. They like to stay near the blue light that zaps mozzies so they can eat them.
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