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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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