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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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