The Mighty Totara.
Today I stopped by a mighty Totara. I said to him, “you must have stood against some mighty storms in your time, but you are still standing.”
“Yes”, said the mighty Totara, but I have my roots in solid ground. “Why do you ask?”
Well, I am weathering the mighty storm of feminism, and even though I have my roots in solid ground I feel like I might be uprooted.
Mighty Storm, M.I.G.H.T.Y S.T.O.R.M, said the Totara, that’s not a mighty storm, feminism is just a case of bad breath.