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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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