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                        /,          ,/                        
,,,~/*@§## ,,,,,,,,,,,, /            / ,,,,,,,,,,,, ##§@*/~,,,
,,~/*@§###              /,          ,/              ###§@*/~,,
,,,~/*@§##                ~,,    ,,~                ##§@*/~,,,
,,,,~/*@§#                   ~~~~                   #§@*/~,,,,
,,,,,~/*@§                                          §@*/~,,,,,
,,,,,,~/*@ The  River  That'S  Our  River  Makes  A @*/~,,,,,,
,,,,,,,~/* Large  Bend Like  A Scooping  Hand And A */~,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,~/ Decent  Days  Travel   North  From  That /~,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,~ Stands Our  House  In  The  Middle Of  A ~,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,, Forgotten  Apple  Orchard.  Our House Is ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,, Built  Of Dark  Clay And Abandoned  By A ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,, Stranger.  The Window Has No  Glass  But ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,~ Instead Steel  Bars To Keep The  Animals ~,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,~/                   Out.                   /~,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,~/*                                          */~,,,,,,,
,,,,,,~/*@ Around  The  House  Is  A  Thick,  Thick @*/~,,,,,,
,,,,,~/*@§ Brush Of Ferns  And Bushes.  There  Live §@*/~,,,,,
,,,,~/*@§# The Animals That We Fight  To Keep Away, #§@*/~,,,,
,,,~/*@§## For  They Speak To  Us To  Join  Them In ##§@*/~,,,
,,~/*@§### The  Luscious  Caves Below Ground.  They ###§@*/~,,
,,,~/*@§## Mean No Harm But It  Is  Not In Our Best ##§@*/~,,,
,,,,~/*@§# Interest  To  Do So. There Is  Important #§@*/~,,,,
,,,,,~/*@§ Work That Needs To Be Done,  And It Cant §@*/~,,,,,
,,,,,,~/*@ Be Done By Animals. (Father  Says This.) @*/~,,,,,,
,,,,,,,~/*                                          */~,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,~/ Every  Morning  Our  Father  Clears  The /~,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,~ Ferns  And Uproots  The  Bushes Only For ~,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,, Them To  Grow  Back  Each  Night.  Their ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,, Leaves Are Teal,  White And Yellow, Some ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,, Even The Color Of  Wine. They Have Lilac ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,~ Flowers And In The Morning They  Are Wet ~,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,~/                 With Dew.                /~,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,~/*                                          */~,,,,,,,
,,,,,,~/*@ Father  Is  Away  During  The  Day Doing @*/~,,,,,,
,,,,,~/*@§ Important Things Elsewhere.  He Is Weary §@*/~,,,,,
,,,,~/*@§# When He Returns Home,  Each Day More  So #§@*/~,,,,
,,,~/*@§## Than The Next.  We Learn To Cook For Him ##§@*/~,,,
,,~/*@§### So That He Does Not Have To.  We Tend To ###§@*/~,,
,,,~/*@§##               His Clothes.               ##§@*/~,,,
,,,,~/*@§#                                          #§@*/~,,,,
,,,,,~/*@§ Suddenly The Dense  Bushwork Is Mirrored §@*/~,,,,,
,,,,,,~/*@ Inside.  Stems And Leaves  Appear  Close @*/~,,,,,,
,,,,,,,~/* To The Walls And  Far From The Light. We */~,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,~/ Are Glad, For The Flowers Are  Beautiful /~,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,~ And  Smell  Good, And  There  Is  Little ~,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,, Decoration  In  Our   House.  But   When ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,, Father Comes Home He Is  Angry  And Cuts ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,, Them  All  Down  In  A  Frenzy.  We  Are ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,~           Scared Of Him Then.            ~,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,~/                                          /~,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,~/* We  Are Then  Tasked  With  Removing Any */~,,,,,,,
,,,,,,~/*@ Indoor Plant  We  See. But They  Are  So @*/~,,,,,,
,,,,,~/*@§ Beautiful!  We  Wait  Just Until  Father §@*/~,,,,,
,,,,~/*@§# Comes  Home  And  Until  Then  We  Enjoy #§@*/~,,,,
,,,~/*@§## Them. Sometimes An Animal Will  Sneak In ##§@*/~,,,
,,~/*@§### But We Always Shoo  Them Out. With Fresh ###§@*/~,,
,,,~/*@§## Cut  Flowers  Thrown Right  Outside  The ##§@*/~,,,
,,,,~/*@§# House  He  Suspects   And  Resents   Our #§@*/~,,,,
,,,,,~/*@§ Inaction.   But  He   Doesn'T  Have  The §@*/~,,,,,
,,,,,,~/*@ Energy To Scold Us.  He Weakens Quickly. @*/~,,,,,,
,,,,,,,~/* It Is Not Long Before He Is Still  Tired */~,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,~/ Even    In    The   Morning   And   Must /~,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,~    Reluctantly Leave The Outdoor Weed    ~,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,, Cutting To Us  As Well, Untrusting  That ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,,           We Will Carry It Out.          ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,,                                          ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,~ Now  He Leaves As Soon As He'S Awake And ~,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,~/ Falls Asleep  As Soon As  He Returns. We /~,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,~/* Are  Left  To Care  For Us And The House */~,,,,,,,
,,,,,,~/*@ And The  Orchard. But It Is  Hard And We @*/~,,,,,,
,,,,,~/*@§ Are   Distracted.   We   Are    Not   As §@*/~,,,,,
,,,,~/*@§# Persistent  As Father And  Quickly  Fall #§@*/~,,,,
,,,~/*@§##          Behind In Our Duties.           ##§@*/~,,,
,,~/*@§###                                          ###§@*/~,,
,,,~/*@§##                                          ##§@*/~,,,
,,,,~/*@§#                                          #§@*/~,,,,
,,,,,~/*@§                                          §@*/~,,,,,
,,,,,,~/*@                                          @*/~,,,,,,