The girl and the woman walked together, while the girl was growing, the woman was older. Sometimes the girl met many girls and boys on the same street. They talked together, play together and told some secret between them. "Come on girl, you walk so fast and farer than I can see." the woman usually yelled at the girl like that and the girl had to come back to hold the woman's hand again.

     "OK this time you have to walk alone without me, I'll give you something as a gift" one day the woman told the girl who was teenager right now. The woman gave her a walking stick that was very thin and looked so weak. The woman was very confident that that walking stick was strong enough for being the teenager's weapon for her whole life. Nobody knew that there was a small termite on the stick. The teenager was very wondered but received the walking stick and started walking alone with it. She often looked back to the woman but the woman walked to another street since they had said bye. Now the street that the teenager walked was a big thick glass. She could look through it and knew what was happening below. She used walking stick sometimes when she was so tired. The walking stick was bigger and bigger while she walked farer. It was heavier than when she had received it from the woman. In that time the small termite became to be a big termite and had many baby termites. They ate wood of walking stick as their food.

     Now the teenager became a fat lady. The road that she walked was a concrete with many broken glasses on it. The lady still used walking stick when she was tired and to get rid of the broken glasses out of the way. She met many people along the road. She talked to those people like friends. Someone walked with her for long, someone walked with her just 5 or 6 days and walked to their own street. All of them had their own walking sticks but different material; wood, glass, metal etc. Different material different quality. So somebody could use his/her walking stick to climb on the mountain beside the street and saw very good view from the top of the hill. Nobody climbed down and told the fat lady how good it was, he/she might cry while climbing but all of them yelled down that it's worth to be tired. Come back to the fat lady, she looked at her stick. Now there was a sound like it was going to break one day if she used it uncarefully because of many termites. So she didn't use that walking stick anymore just carried it and walked with her own legs. She was tired but couldn't stand with walking stick, she stepped on the broken glasses and felt hurt.

     "Hey! your walking stick is unusable. It makes you feel more tired. You have to use medicine to get rid of those termites." a Thai-Chinese handsome man told the fat lady one day. He sold her medicine for getting rid of termites. He walked with her far apart and came to sell medicine when she ran out of it. They talked together sometimes about the termite and how weak her stick was. She knew that she had to carry her walking stick vary carefully and often used medicine to get rid of the termite. Those situations made the fat lady felt more and more tired. She had to stop walking and coat her stick with medicine. The fat lady was very very tired of walking, buying medicine and coating her walking stick. She wanted to throw it away but no one did, so she had to keep it with her and look after it like a golden pet. On the way, the fat lady met many people who talked about her walking stick. Different people, different medicine and different how to protect it from danger termite.

     One day when the fat lady felt tired so bad, she decided to stop walking and sit beside the street forever waiting to dead. But it didn't happen so long, somebody on the same street would hand her a help and invite her to walk together despite she felt going to die of taking care of the stick. She walked and stopped, stopped and walked. The fat lady found a Y-junction in front of her. One of the street was the same street that she walked pass; concrete street with many broken glasses. Another one was a dirty street, no one chose that way because it was dirty and looked dangerous. The fat lady was wondered why nobody walked on that way despite there weren't broken glasses, it was soft soil. "Don't choose that way!" somebody yelled at her before she started walking on the dirty street. That somebody was a man who had knowledge about how to look after the walking stick. He had very soft and handsome voice. He helped the fat lady get rid of the termites and took her to the concrete street for almost 1 month. The fat lady knew that she fell in love with him on the day he walked away. She felt regret that she couldn't spend more time with him.

     The fat lady was extremely tired while she was seeing a big memo pad in front of her around 5 meters far away. On that memo was written her own willing; "If I can walk here, I will read all the books I want to.", "If I can walk here, I will run Euthanasia campaign to the world.", "If I can walk here, I will open my own book shop.", “If I can walk here, I will buy new books for my own shop.”, “If I can walk here, I will buy new gift wrapped package for my clients.” etc. But in fact the fat lady felt weary as her ass off. In spite of walking forward, she spent all her last energy to dig the concrete street. She dug, dug and dug until the street became a big hold. She put sharp bamboos in the hole. The fat lady made a bet to herself; if she could jump pass that big hole, she would have a chance to do all the list on the memo pad, spent her whole life to walk along the street and taken care her walking stick unless she died in the hole. She walked back about 1 meter and started running. She jumped!