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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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