Knock, Knock. Who’s there?

We Rhinos don’t have names as our Readers do. It is not a system which would work for Us, or give each of Us the distinguishing qualities We insist on.

Of course, We know one another by Scent, a series of sensations with so many varying levels that mere words could not pinpoint any one of them. Like a swirling ball of Impressions, Reference points, and Intimations. A Symphony played upon a harp, each glissando setting off its own meaningful ripples.

Rhinos are Natural Works of Art, each in a Gallery all our own.

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