Being a passionate species, Rhinos sometimes develop a small disagreement into something more spectacular. We would call it a Snit. The battle is not with anybody else, but with ourselves. We want what We want though We know We shouldn’t or oughtn’t. Or can’t.
After rolling around as though We were Possessed, We finally fall in a heap, exhausted. Nothing much has changed, but fatigue helps quiet things down.
We try to limit ourselves to 3 Snits a day, sometimes successfully.
Ooh— That’s my kind of Snit. It’s so full of color! Love, Cliff
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Snits come in a wide variety of hues and tones. All very sensitive, and one just as ineffective as the next. Drama does not need to move the planet, but it can propose options to the snitter.