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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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