An acknowledgement of Accomplishments where Rhino input was modest, mostly.
Happy 259th Birthday, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart!
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Zodiaction
From all of Us to all of you Aquarians! Splash On!
Epicurean Voluptuaries on the hoof
We do eat only greens. However, being blessed with palates of remarkable sensitivity, combined with Unparalleled Imaginations, We can concoct a banquet from whatever is available. Raw. In that sense, We are Master Chefs. Each and every one of Us. And it’s always “cooked” to order.
This is a useful capability in the Wild, in that We do not have kitchens or oven thermometers. Or waxed paper.
Partaaaaaaaaay!
January 6 is Twelfth Night.
What makes it Twelfth Night would be easier to explain if We were better at counting, but We aren’t. Anyway, it is a time for Foolhardy Merriment, so We are the right customers, never doubt it. Anything that prompts high jinks and mindless frivolity calls to Us; We are wired for it. The trumpet blows, We suit up and sashay into the arena. Yoicks! also Tally Ho!
Taking the Cake
We are naturally athletic and enjoy participating in exotic local customs. We do not usually approve of throwing food, but there seems to be some question about the nature of Fruitcake, so We turn a blind eye to that subject; We simply do not qualify as judges, seldom encountering Fruitcake at mealtime in the Wild. But one thing Fruitcakes have with which We are completely sympatico, and that is Heft.
Happy Kwanzaa
and Habari Gani to everyone during the holiday!
Capricorns on Parade!
Haaaaaaaaaaapy Birthdays, better a teensy-weensy late than never, right? Still heartfelt.
A day late, a dollar shy…
Well, We can’t always get it right! Happy Solstice, whenever it was. Golly. Too much merry times around here.
Jolly Holidays
This is a busy time of year for Us. So many things to do and bits of craziness for Us to attend to. Makes our heads spin, but We like it that way.
High Jinx on the loose…
No point in trying to cover up our tendencies, among which is an irrepressible delight in clowning around. We are Nature’s Riot Squad. That ‘Barrel-of-Monkies’ gag holds no candle to our innate capacity for Slap-Happiness.
Fortunately, We find ourselves Hilarious. Not everybody is as easily amused, grumpy old things. Whatcha gonna do?
Your Inner Rhino 