It is not our experience that many situations are open to mono-directional interpretation.
Maybe a more useful sign post is “Go Slow”.
Zoos are useful for acquainting people with Rhinos. Our zoo presence serves a serious purpose in raising Awareness. Beyond question, We need human backing and attention where We actually live. Human activity requires human intervention.
Nobody asks to live at the Zoo. The zookeepers are usually good people, doing everything to keep Us safe and healthy. We are well fed. Ultimately every element of every day is determined by the Zoo management. Neither Rhino nor Keeper imagines the situation is Natural, however attractive it may be.
We do not abandon RhinoHeart, living at the Zoo. We are Rhinos. We live with the conditions We face, wherever We are. Still, We were designed by Nature to be in the Wild, and We miss it when We are elsewhere.
We don’t know what to do about the situation either. We would sigh, but sighing is Not Rhino (NR).
Each night, We encourage our Tots to put aside the petty woes of the day, and get ready for a spanky-fresh tomorrow. Like getting a new outfit for the day to come.
So effective is this tradition, that We adults embrace it as well. It’s easy to tell when someone forgets. Ms. or Mr. Grumpy comes to call. (Cue: eye rolling)
Imaginary jumpsuits do not actually have zippers.
SheNaniganza is the shrewdest of the Disruptions, planning Discombobulations and Gumfoozlements. SheNaniganza is the most daunting Invisible Crony each Mom must confront. Tantrums and Commotion are one thing, but calculated Confusion is more confounding. Patterns develop; once the Tot sees that a stratagem has worked, why not try it again and again? Crafty is as Crafty does… or something along those lines.
SheNaniganza is always on the lookout for variants on the main theme, namely Maternal Vexation. The cry goes forth: “Tots shall inherit the Earth; Tot-Power, Yessssssssssssssssssssssss”. (fist pump, fist pump)
When everything goes according to plan, the Tots are right.
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!
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.