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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.               ,,,:=*%#¶#
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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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