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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.                   ,,,,,,~†¤#
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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.                 ,,~~~=††¤@
#@#¤*†=~,,                                          ,,~=†*¤#@#
#¤*=~,,,,, 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.            ,,,,,,==*¤
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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 ,,~=†*¤#@#
#@#¤*†=~,, 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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