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##@@§$†«:, Large Bend Like A Scooping Hand And A ,:«†$§@@##
@#$$$««:,, Decent Days Travel North From That ,,:««$$$#@
#$$««,,,,, Stands Our House In The Middle Of A ,,,,,««$$#
#@@#§$†«:, Forgotten Apple Orchard. Our House Is ,:«†$§#@@#
@###§$†«:, Built Of Dark Clay And Abandoned By A ,:«†$§###@
@§§$«:,,,, Stranger. The Window Has No Glass But ,,,,:«$§§@
#§†††:,,,, 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 ,,,,,,:†§#
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##@#§$†«:, Even The Color Of Wine. They Have Lilac ,:«†$§#@##
#@@#§$†«:, Flowers And In The Morning They Are Wet ,:«†$§#@@#
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#@@#§$†«:, Father Is Away During The Day Doing ,:«†$§#@@#
@#§†:,,,,, Important Things Elsewhere. He Is Weary ,,,,,:†§#@
@@@#§$†«:, When He Returns Home, Each Day More So ,:«†$§#@@@
##$««::,,, Than The Next. We Learn To Cook For Him ,,,::««$##
##$†:,,,,, So That He Does Not Have To. We Tend To ,,,,,:†$##
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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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##@@#§$†:, We Are Then Tasked With Removing Any ,:†$§#@@##
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#@@#§$†«:, Comes Home And Until Then We Enjoy ,:«†$§#@@#
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#@@#§$†«:, But We Always Shoo Them Out. With Fresh ,:«†$§#@@#
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#@@#§$†«:, House He Suspects And Resents Our ,:«†$§#@@#
#$†::,,,,, Inaction. But He Doesn'T Have The ,,,,,::†$#
#§$$$†:,,, Energy To Scold Us. He Weakens Quickly. ,,,:†$$$§#
@§§$†:,,,, It Is Not Long Before He Is Still Tired ,,,,:†$§§@
#@@#§$†«:, Even In The Morning And Must ,:«†$§#@@#
@##$«:,,,, Reluctantly Leave The Outdoor Weed ,,,,:«$##@
#§§§§$†«:, Cutting To Us As Well, Untrusting That ,:«†$§§§§#
#§§§§$†«:, We Will Carry It Out. ,:«†$§§§§#
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##@@#§†«:, Now He Leaves As Soon As He'S Awake And ,:«†§#@@##
#@@#§$†«:, Falls Asleep As Soon As He Returns. We ,:«†$§#@@#
##@#§$†«:, Are Left To Care For Us And The House ,:«†$§#@##
#@@#§$†«:, And The Orchard. But It Is Hard And We ,:«†$§#@@#
##@#§$†«:, Are Distracted. We Are Not As ,:«†$§#@##
#@@#§$†«:, Persistent As Father And Quickly Fall ,:«†$§#@@#
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