Nobody likes to take credit for how things go every time, or at least nobody sensible. What is surprising to Us Rhinos is that wherever We are, We got here mostly on our own effort.
Good, bad, or indifferent. Here We are. What’s more, We know how We got here.
Dear Your Inner Rhino Readers, We thought today, for no particular reason, was a good one to mention how fulfilling it is to communicate with you all.
Makes every day a Red Letter Day.
Well, it may not have actually come true, but We Rhinos are always campaigning for Radish Recognition. It seems to Us that We are Natural promoters for the Radish Industry. We adore them, so why not spread the good word?
We would start our movement modestly, perhaps with seeds (as shown). Then move on to more aggressive sales techniques, once We figure out how.
It will be a stiff learning curve, but We are (probably) equal to it.
A Reader asks about the Rhino position on Cats. Short answer: We have no position on any other line of critters. Live & let live, etc. Hooray for each and every one of us.
It helps any discussion to recall that Rhinos live in the Wild. There, Cats are large and hungry, so We avoid Cats and hope for the best.
And We don’t have domestic Cats, because in the Wild, Rhinos have no domiciles. Nor any Tuna O’Nuggets.
Thus interactions are unlikely, rendering the question pretty much moot.
Rhinos are careful about the stories We tell our Tots. They are impressionable, and We’d rather impress them only once.
No Rhino story We can think of ends with “Happily Ever After”. Such a slogan leads to Expectations which will be unfulfilled. And those sorts of Expectations can be hard to shake.
We prefer something more realistic, like “and the next day was more Happy, or less Happy, or roughly, just as Happy”.
In the better-late-than-never department, Mr. Sergei Prokofiev was born yesterday, April 23, 1891. A famous Soviet composer, he is probably best known for his “Peter and the Wolf”. He also composed the music for the ballet of “Romeo and Juliet”, and a fine job he did of that. Very punchy.
It is based on William Shakespeare’s play of the same name, all about young love in old Verona.
In a twisted version of things, Mr. Shakespeare was born in 1564, but died on April 23, 1616. There might be a mystical connection there, but We Rhinos are jiggered if We can figure it out.
Usually one attempt at Self-Hypnosis is all any Rhino requires. This is a troubling activity, because We Rhinos are Extremely Suggestible.
When a Rhino hypnotizes itself, there is nobody there to offer post-hypnotic suggestions. There is also nobody there to snap some fingers and help Us back to Normal.
The Trance does wear off in time, but the appeal does too.
Rhinos are an energetic crew, no doubt about it. Those energies both exhilarate and exhaust Us, though not at the same moment.
We are prey to Spontaneous Combustion.
Rhinos are always on the lookout for Cunning. Cunning slithers up unexpectedly; the unwary Rhino has to be alert.
The important issue here is that Rhinos are not a Cunning species. We are trusting and often gullible. So We need to be vigilant.
Armed with a Sense of Scent without Equal, Rhinos know when a situation stinks. Then We Address Matters. You knew that all along, right?
April Fools Day seems inadequate for dealing with the number of bewildered critters Rhinos run into.
YIR proposes that April be repurposed to April Fools Month.
It’s just an idea, but hey, ideas must start somewhere.
Your Inner Rhino 