A hundred pounds of veggies, plus, is what each day involves. That’s a lot of veggies, but grass is not full of nutrition and that is a fact. So We need to keep grinding away if We want to keep shipshape. We are eating about half the time. Big critters, big appetites.
Fortunately, We can multitask, eating and pondering Life’s Mysteries and bonding with the Energies of the Wild, all at once.
We are not persnickety about the range of stuffs We munch; We just keep chewing.
From time to time one of Us decides to take the road less traveled. What impels unconventional choices is hard to pin down, and often an interview afterwards is hard to arrange. We can only suppose it seemed necessary at the time, and the individual seized the moment.
Our point is: since We do not know the details, We are in no position to analyze the resulting decisions. We might summon Common Sense to arbitrate advisability, but much of history (particularly Rhino History) is made memorable by Uncommon Sense. Why indulge in fruitless speculation?
Who knows when any one of Us will hear the siren call of the Unexpected?
Inside of Us We keep the records of what We have been up to, each of Us, all through our lives. Does it really feel as organized as this? No. It probably looks more like all the notes in the files and crates, tossed helter-skelter into a wind tunnel. Many bits, all adding up to Us. What version We get depends on which paper gets plucked from the twister at any particular moment.
Some of the broad topics our individual records cover are Lessons, Precepts and Concepts, Notions, Mistakes, Memories- both sweet and sour, Ideas, Thoughts, Ideals, Plans and Projects, Aspirations, Assumptions, Impressions, Doubts, Concerns, Intentions, Confusions, and Contradictions.
The trunk is for Regrets. We have them too.
It is not easy to tell if you have lost your marbles. We are never sure how many We get in the first place, and couldn’t count them up anyway. We are not sure where they are stored most of the time, or how they achieve whatever it is they achieve. Do they escape or fall out of our ears when we sleep? Lost marbles involve some mysterious riddle.
In a precautionary measure, We keep an eye peeled in general for marbles. That way We hope to acquire enough to cover any deficit We may realize over time. Oftentimes We leave them even if We find them; how could We be sure it is our marble, and not somebody else’s?
Marbles are a lot trickier than they seem, one way and another.
The omnipresent Evil Twin of “Why?”…
Today We are the representatives of an ancient and noble family. Millions of Rhinos have gone before Us, millions more than are celebrating Rhinotude today. We are glad and grateful. Pretty impressive family, all told.
Rhinoheart, burning bright.
Being reserved critters, We Rhinos usually keep our own counsel, and weigh our options. We cogitate. We chew, We muse. But there are also times when a leap of faith seems essential.
Then we push our luck. Edgy, that’s Us.
Until sufficient bulk is attained, Rhino Tots are vulnerable to predation. What stands between each Young Rhino and disaster is Mother. The Gold Standard is, and has been, and doubtless will be, Mom.
For Rhinos, single parenthood is the only system We know.
Each of Us is only here because Mom guaranteed our well-being through those crucial years, so every day is Mother’s Day.
Part of the fun of Youth is how everything is Brand New, mostly delightful. Everywhere We turn, there’s a Something New to absorb or comprehend. Busy but inspired.
Fortunately, We Rhinos are designed for adaptation at short notice.
A big time of life for Squealing!
Just when you thought everything was shipshape, you find yourself dealing with the Unexpected! But cheer up. Happily We find that half the time, given a little time, the Unexpected turns out to be the Indispensable.
(We will deal with the other half of the time another time.)
Your Inner Rhino 