Depending on where the Battlefield is (and the adversary involved) the Weapon of Choice may not be knuckle dusters or a rocket launcher. There are times when a Fan, cunningly employed, will have greater results.
Ka-Boom comes in a lot of flavors.

The question has been posed, When has a Rhino learned enough? What is the practical limit on discovery and curiosity and attentiveness? We know a lot of stuff, but there’s usually room for a few more bits and pieces. Is it worth the effort, or can We kick back and savor a cucumber quesadilla?
The answer is: We will never know until We get to the end of the line. Nothing protects Us or Anybody from unforeseen disaster. But when things get Tricksy, it can turn out the thing We learned just yesterday is the very thing We need for a hasty escape. “Whew!”, We mutter with a nervous giggle.
Safe and sound is good, but the hard part is that the Preparation has to have happened when We knew nothing about when We’d need it.
Talk about a subtle moral!
The Earth is always up to something. What was there has arrived here, what was underwater is now on top of a mountain, and When is anybody’s guess. Developments! Quickly or leisurely, hither, thither, to and/or fro.
But one thing We can bet on is: It’s not the same as yesterday. Period. Who writes these rules? Who knows? We just stay alert. In case. Thank goodness, Rhinos are made nimble.
And by the way, it’s snowing at the beach.
So, after more consideration, what if it turns out that Elephants are a riot? Maybe they are witty at some cosmic level.
The point here is not about Elephants, but about Rhinoid Limitations. Maybe We just don’t get the joke. It doesn’t mean the joke is lame; maybe our perception is out of whack.
What happens if it turns out they’re funnier than We are?
A lot to chew over.
So there We are, attending to RhinoBusiness, when what should loom onto the horizon but an Elephant. Ta-da, Elephant.
Elephants are all very well, but they have very little sense of humor, if you ask Us. Small doses go a long way when it comes to Elephants. They are not into pranks, for sure, for sure.
Rhinos probably have a few shortcomings, but then again, maybe not.
Ask an Elephant.

54 million years is a long time for a Dynasty to last. We Rhinos have managed it, through good times and less good times in any number of locales and barometric pressures. So a logical question might be, “How did you do it, you Rhinos?”
After a lot of pondering over the millennia We have concluded our success is not based on merit or cleverness or special endurance. If We have received preferential treatment from Nature, all We can grasp is Gratitude and a sense of Awe. Or it could be longterm dumb luck; there is always that option.
The Secret of our Success is a secret, hence the title. Nature knows the answer, but not We.

The happy Sumatran Rhino shows Us a “today” place in the March of Time. Precarious perhaps, but present. Tight squeezes are no novelty for the Rhino Family. “Close” is often good enough; it’s had to be.
The X up top marks Nature’s creation of RhinoHeart, back when. The dotted line shows how We, as a Family, slipped through the cracks from one age to another. Many Rhino gangs did not successfully duck and dodge, but a few have made it, which is all it takes. Rhinos are slippery. And lucky, knock wood.
Compared to other lines and critters, We are a model of Natural Success. Many more groups are gone than have present-day representatives.
Time and History are comical; Rhinos may survive to have the Last Laugh. We’ll see.