Today is National Gingerbread House Day (yes, it is!). We felt it would be a good day to feature two of literature’s most famous house hunters, Hansel and Gretel.

In a move to Economy, We have merged these youngsters’ outfits into one ensemble. You get the idea without the fuss of a second model. Besides, costumes are inexpensive, since they are all imaginary anyway. At least for Rhinos.

Rhinos like the idea of Cake Houses. We are always on the lookout, in case. They must be rarer than We assumed, or somebody else got there first.

Color Full

Rhinos are regularly informed that We are Color Blind. Wellllllllllllll, maybe. We see all right, or at least our vision works for Us to the extent that it needs to.

For Us, Color is a cumulative sensation of Presence, combining scent, texture, hearing, taste AND sight. Color doesn’t reduce itself to any one source of sensation.

Rhino Receptors are fine tuned, whatever the source. Or, more accurately, sources.

Clarifying matters…

Rhinos are always being asked if We know Everything there is to know. We respond with gentle smiles, and admit that there are probably things that We don’t know, and are unlikely to learn.

That way, if and when somebody discovers something We don’t know, however unlikely that would be, We can murmur, “Told you so.”

(The Presumption here is ‘Everything of Interest‘.)

Sweets to the Sweet

Brownies are legendary Household Helpers, scurrying around when Homeowners are asleep. But be careful; Brownies are temperamental, they say.

Today is National Brownie Day, but it turns out that the Brownies in question today are Confections. ┬áNobody seems quite sure who invented these chocolatey baked goods. (That’s what research is for, to investigate phenomena.)

We Rhinos are pro-Brownies, any way you like it. With or without nuts.

Nautical Exploits

Rhinos are fine at wading, wallowing, and dipping ourselves in Water. A fine time for one and all. Hooray and Tee Hee.

But Rhinos are keenly sensitive to our own limitations, and merriment on the High Seas is one such limitation. A lesson learned by our ancestors, and kept alive in lore and legend. Sloshing to and fro, lurching and reeling at Neptune’s Whim.

We get Queasy. Which is a nice way of saying, “No, thank you.”