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¨¨¨¨¨¨,:*@ 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 @**†::,¨¨¨
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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 @†«¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
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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 @**††::«,¨
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¨,«:†*@@## 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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