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##@#¤$†«^.                «^^    ^^«                .^«†$¤#@##
#@#¤$†«^..                   ««««                   ..^«†$¤#@#
##@#¤$†«^.                                          .^«†$¤#@##
#@#¤$†«^.. The  River  That'S  Our  River  Makes  A ..^«†$¤#@#
##@#¤$†«^. Large Bend  Like  A  Scooping Hand And A .^«†$¤#@##
#@#¤$†«^.. Decent  Days  Travel  North   From  That ..^«†$¤#@#
##@#¤$†«^. Stands  Our  House In  The Middle  Of  A .^«†$¤#@##
#@#¤$†«^.. Forgotten Apple Orchard.  Our  House  Is ..^«†$¤#@#
##@#¤$†«^. Built Of Dark  Clay And  Abandoned  By A .^«†$¤#@##
#@#¤$†«^.. Stranger. The  Window Has  No Glass  But ..^«†$¤#@#
##@#¤$†«^. Instead Steel Bars  To  Keep The Animals .^«†$¤#@##
#@#¤$†«^..                   Out.                   ..^«†$¤#@#
##@#¤$†«^.                                          .^«†$¤#@##
#@#¤$†«^.. Around  The  House  Is  A  Thick,  Thick ..^«†$¤#@#
##@#¤$†«^. Brush  Of Ferns And Bushes.  There  Live .^«†$¤#@##
#@#¤$†«^.. The Animals That We Fight To  Keep Away, ..^«†$¤#@#
##@#¤$†«^. For They  Speak To  Us To  Join Them  In .^«†$¤#@##
#@#¤$†«^.. The Luscious  Caves  Below Ground.  They ..^«†$¤#@#
##@#¤$†«^. Mean No Harm But  It  Is Not In Our Best .^«†$¤#@##
#@#¤$†«^.. Interest To  Do  So. There Is  Important ..^«†$¤#@#
##@#¤$†«^. Work That Needs To Be Done, And  It Cant .^«†$¤#@##
#@#¤$†«^.. Be Done By  Animals. (Father Says This.) ..^«†$¤#@#
##@#¤$†«^.                                          .^«†$¤#@##
#@#¤$†«^.. Every  Morning  Our  Father  Clears  The ..^«†$¤#@#
##@#¤$†«^. Ferns  And  Uproots  The Bushes Only For .^«†$¤#@##
#@#¤$†«^.. Them  To  Grow Back  Each  Night.  Their ..^«†$¤#@#
##@#¤$†«^. Leaves Are  Teal, White And Yellow, Some .^«†$¤#@##
#@#¤$†«^.. Even The Color  Of Wine. They Have Lilac ..^«†$¤#@#
##@#¤$†«^. Flowers And  In The Morning They Are Wet .^«†$¤#@##
#@#¤$†«^..                 With Dew.                ..^«†$¤#@#
##@#¤$†«^.                                          .^«†$¤#@##
#@#¤$†«^.. Father  Is  Away During  The  Day  Doing ..^«†$¤#@#
##@#¤$†«^. Important Things Elsewhere. He  Is Weary .^«†$¤#@##
#@#¤$†«^.. When  He  Returns Home, Each Day More So ..^«†$¤#@#
##@#¤$†«^. Than The Next. We  Learn To Cook For Him .^«†$¤#@##
#@#¤$†«^.. So That He Does Not  Have To. We Tend To ..^«†$¤#@#
##@#¤$†«^.               His Clothes.               .^«†$¤#@##
#@#¤$†«^..                                          ..^«†$¤#@#
##@#¤$†«^. Suddenly The Dense  Bushwork Is Mirrored .^«†$¤#@##
#@#¤$†«^.. Inside.  Stems  And Leaves  Appear Close ..^«†$¤#@#
##@#¤$†«^. To  The Walls And Far From The Light. We .^«†$¤#@##
#@#¤$†«^.. Are  Glad, For The Flowers Are Beautiful ..^«†$¤#@#
##@#¤$†«^. And  Smell  Good,  And There  Is  Little .^«†$¤#@##
#@#¤$†«^.. Decoration   In   Our  House.  But  When ..^«†$¤#@#
##@#¤$†«^. Father Comes Home He Is  Angry  And Cuts .^«†$¤#@##
#@#¤$†«^.. Them  All  Down  In  A  Frenzy.  We  Are ..^«†$¤#@#
##@#¤$†«^.            Scared Of Him Then.           .^«†$¤#@##
#@#¤$†«^..                                          ..^«†$¤#@#
##@#¤$†«^. We Are  Then  Tasked  With Removing  Any .^«†$¤#@##
#@#¤$†«^.. Indoor  Plant We  See.  But They Are  So ..^«†$¤#@#
##@#¤$†«^. Beautiful!  We  Wait Just  Until  Father .^«†$¤#@##
#@#¤$†«^.. Comes  Home  And  Until  Then  We  Enjoy ..^«†$¤#@#
##@#¤$†«^. Them. Sometimes  An Animal Will Sneak In .^«†$¤#@##
#@#¤$†«^.. But We Always Shoo Them Out. With  Fresh ..^«†$¤#@#
##@#¤$†«^. Cut  Flowers  Thrown  Right Outside  The .^«†$¤#@##
#@#¤$†«^.. House   He   Suspects  And  Resents  Our ..^«†$¤#@#
##@#¤$†«^. Inaction.  But   He  Doesn'T  Have   The .^«†$¤#@##
#@#¤$†«^.. Energy To  Scold Us. He Weakens Quickly. ..^«†$¤#@#
##@#¤$†«^. It Is Not Long Before He Is Still  Tired .^«†$¤#@##
#@#¤$†«^.. Even   In    The    Morning   And   Must ..^«†$¤#@#
##@#¤$†«^.    Reluctantly Leave The Outdoor Weed    .^«†$¤#@##
#@#¤$†«^.. Cutting To Us As Well,  Untrusting  That ..^«†$¤#@#
##@#¤$†«^.           We Will Carry It Out.          .^«†$¤#@##
#@#¤$†«^..                                          ..^«†$¤#@#
##@#¤$†«^. Now He Leaves As Soon As He'S  Awake And .^«†$¤#@##
#@#¤$†«^.. Falls Asleep  As  Soon As He Returns. We ..^«†$¤#@#
##@#¤$†«^. Are Left  To Care For Us  And  The House .^«†$¤#@##
#@#¤$†«^.. And The Orchard. But  It  Is Hard And We ..^«†$¤#@#
##@#¤$†«^. Are    Distracted.   We   Are   Not   As .^«†$¤#@##
#@#¤$†«^.. Persistent  As Father  And Quickly  Fall ..^«†$¤#@#
##@#¤$†«^.           Behind In Our Duties.          .^«†$¤#@##
#@#¤$†«^..                                          ..^«†$¤#@#
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#@#¤$†«^..                                          ..^«†$¤#@#