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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.           ,:~†*%#¶##
¶%%%%*†~:,                                          ,:~†*%%%%¶
##¶#%*†~:, 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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