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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.) ,,.~:†¤¤#@
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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.                ,,.~:†¤¤#@
#@#¤¤†:~.,                                          ,.~:†¤¤#@#
@#¤¤†:~.,, 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.           ,.~:†¤¤#@#
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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.           ,.~:†¤¤#@#
@#¤¤†:~.,,                                          ,,.~:†¤¤#@
#¤¤†:~.,,, 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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