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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.                 ¨¨¨«««†&&#
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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.            ¨¨¨¨-«;%%@
#@%††;««-¨                                          ¨-««;††%@#
##@&%†;«-¨ 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.          ¨¨¨-«;†&@@
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