Rhinos are Bulky, and proud of it; it’s no mean accomplishment in the Wild. We weigh, We Rhinos.
But Bulk comes with responsibilities, one of which involves sitting down. Prior to sitting, We try to remember to give warning, so smaller critters are not damaged.
Fair’s fair.
Most Rhinos, when dealing with physical hardships, experience a decreased Merriment Quotient. Grumpiness comes easily, and frequently, oftentimes.
In most instances, Time comes to our aid, if not as quickly as We’d like.
In the Wild it’s that way. Even not in the Wild, it’s that way. We growl.
We Rhinos live in many Interesting places, and a few less Interesting places. We adjust, We assimilate, We endure. We move.
One thing that keeps coming up, and for which We have no worthy answer is: Where is North? Readers seem to take this question seriously.
We might too, if We understood the point of knowing.
Good wishes are common among Us Rhinos. Sometimes We get preoccupied with picking out a star to wish upon. It’s hard to decide which star should house which Good Wish.
Much of our YIR Holiday was spent on this question, though We think the upshot is, a Good Wish is a Good Wish.
Sometimes though We feel pretty sure We wished upon Fireflies. Our vision is not what it might be, but our hearts are in the Right Place.
Most Situations have a lurking Lesson somewhere there in the rubble. Rhinos always like to take a good look, in case there’s something To Learn.
Granted, even when We do locate a Lesson, it doesn’t mean We will Learn It.
Nature presents Us with Challenges of varied weight, color and texture. Rhinos are constantly monitoring ourselves.
Frankly, It takes some pretty dynamic Analytic Application to pinpoint Areas for Improvement. There is a price to pay for Rhino Excellence, let’s face it.
Sometimes, We are stumped.
Ms. Maria Mitchell was born August 1, 1818 in Nantucket. In 1847 she discovered a comet with her telescope, and registered it officially. The King of Denmark awarded her a medal and the credit for her achievement. It is called “Miss Mitchell’s Comet”.
Her work garnered credibility for studies in Astronomy in the United States. She later became a professor and published author.
Rhinos are happy, thinking Ms. Mitchell followed her star.
Rhinos never forget, but We are not good at keeping track of what it is We thought, or did, or wished, at any given point in time. Or at all.
We have the data sealed away in our Memory Banks, but are unclear about how to access it.
There is no way for Us to judge if that’s a good thing, or a bad thing. Actually, why bother?
Now and then a Disappointment gnaws at our Rhino toes.
Today, with many Hoorahs, there was something called a Blood Moon, a celestial Big Deal. But it turns out We could not see it from here! Friends and relations in Africa and Asia could, but We couldn’t.
Is it any wonder We felt Put Upon?
A frustration for Rhinos is that We are not top-notch communicators. This applies not only among Us Rhinos, but also with all sorts of other Beings, across the board.
We feel sure that We are all trying like mad to make ourselves understood, to share ourselves as best We may. But We achieve strictly limited results.
Contrariwise, maybe They understand Us just fine. Perhaps Rhino Receivers just aren’t what they might be when They return the favor.
Your Inner Rhino 