Pāhonoa te oro

Evil doesn’t always attack you… sometimes, it just gives you a chance to destroy yourself. There once lived a man named Harry, a quiet and careful farmer. He wasn’t rich, and he didn’t own much—but what he valued most in this world was not his land… it was his donkey. That donkey wasn’t just an animal. It was his companion. Silent… loyal… always by his side. Every evening, Harry would tie his donkey securely with a thick rope to an old neem tree standing at the edge of his field. That tree had