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