When things seem to be getting out of control at a Particular Decibel, Rhinos make it a rule to put all the Distance possible between them and the Point of Irritation.
With all the Haste at our command, which happily is pretty snappy, whatever you might have supposed.
Rhinos do have Bad Days. Those days are unpredictable, but occasionally the stars align in such a way that We feel like disgruntled trolls.
This is one of the main reasons Rhinos celebrate Tomorrow. Whatever is out of whack may correct itself, making Us capable of standing our own company.
Yes. Rhinos celebrate Tomorrow.
For Rhinos there are hazards involved in having such delicate and sensitive organs of smell. Not only do We have these sensors in our noses, but also in our mouths. A blessing surely, but a complex blessing.
Rhinos can smell 1) the usual stuff, 2) the unusual stuff, and 3) the Future. Uncanny as this last claim may seem, We are accustomed to know what’s on its way, sometimes bunches of time in advance. We cannot help it.
What We can do about it remains sketchy, millions of years after realizing that few things take Us much by surprise. “Told Me so” gets old, right?
Log rolling is a major Rhino Sport. Not that We actually do it ourselves for varied reasons (most related to anatomy and physics and opportunity) but We can definitely imagine getting into it.
Even when one’s Outer Rhino can’t handle the assignment, the Inner Rhino is always ready to rock- and roll.
2017 has run its course, and We at Your Inner Rhino bid it adieu with mixed emotions; many giggles, a few tears and the usual combination of hope and dread and gratitude.
Any way you slice it, this is the end of the line… for this year.
Let Us be well, all together.
No matter how old any of Us Rhinos become, We never forget the merry moments of youth. The events, the memorabilia, the family and friends that had their impact on Us.
Funny how many fond bits there are to recall.
Sr. Antonio Stradivari was born in 1644 in Cremona, Italy. He became a Genius Craftsman creating stringed instruments, primarily violins. Those instruments still command flabberghasting prices, all over the world.
The question is, did Sr. Stradivari become a brilliant craftsman, or was he born a genius craftsman? We Rhinos tend to think it was the latter; his Inner Rhino was all set to go right from the top.
If there are other opinions, We delicately point out that YIR is (almost) always right.