Captain Lynara,

You seem to be operating off of some warped version of history that I
haven't made up, so allow myself to set you straight. I tried to give
women some credit, but apparently it was too much for you to handle.
Which, hey, you know, my fault. I will be sure to tone it down a little
bit.

I was there when the men stormed the battlefields, crushing the
defenders, driving the flags forth and hearing the lamentations of their
women. Capturing is a man's game after all. I'm fairly sure women have
previously sewn flags, so I suppose that's at least partial credit.

All were witness to the wondrous games of King of the Hill, which you
might notice have carefully omitted the word Queen from the hill, since
the Queens were not spotted on hills. They were spotted on the plains in
picnics while the Kings claimed one victory after another.

The men swung through the trees, vines in teeth and beautiful blungey
banderbows in hand during the hunts for the Frumious Bandersnatch!
Dashing handsomely this way and that, while the women cowered on the
stools, throwing the twisty twirly tumtum fruits at the wee cavorting
bandersnatchii.

But as I said, credit where credit is due. The women did succeed in the
hunt for eggs (because that's a pretty non-manly thing to do), which is
wonderful. Because I am hungry and I could go for an omelette.

Yours Manly,
Kuntar Semshan, Asking for Trouble

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Chronos, in the year 565 AF.