In a small village, nestled in the rolling hills of the countryside, there lived a mighty rototiller named Bertha.
Bertha was a force to be reckoned with, her blades spinning at a dizzying 1000 RPM, her engine roaring like a beast.
But one fateful day, while tilling the soil, Bertha met her untimely demise. Her blades snapped, her engine stalled, and she was left to rust in the fields.
The villagers wept and wailed, for they knew that without Bertha, their crops would wither and die.
And so, the tale of Bertha, the great rototiller, became a cautionary story, told and retold around campfires for generations to come.