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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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