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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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