Many of our YIR Readers can count past three (unlike ourselves), so We made inquiries. We are reliably informed that the song, ‘The Twelves Days of Christmas’, has a loyal following.
Due to prior commitments We have been unable to focus on this carol, until today, which is the 11th Day of Christmas.
And here, in honor of the occasion, is a Piper Piping.
Jacob Marley seems to be Charles Dickens’ poster boy for Regret, discovering, as Marley does, that We can’t just be Naughty all the time without a comeuppance.
Rhinos try to keep our Naughty Activities in moderation, not that it always works out that way.
“He knows when you’ve been Bad or Good, so be Good for goodness’ sake.”
The question of Rhino Intellect arises from time to time; are We intellectual or no? What are our capacities for comprehension? To what degree are Rhinos philosophical?
Few Rhinos hold academic degrees from human institutions. Should anybody infer that that proves Us simpletons?
We Rhinos think not. And We leave it at that. Although We do like the outfits…
Rhinos like to think of ourselves as insightful and alert, able to analyze things with the best of ’em.
After all, there is a Reason for everything. Things don’t just get out of hand for the heck of it. Rhinos are given our perceptions for the betterment of one and all.
That said, Rhino Experience has proven that though there may be a Reason for what happens, We Rhinos may never know what it is.
It’s not easy for Us Rhinos to always figure out exactly where a Situation becomes a Problem. A Situation goes its merry way, and then, whoops, it proceeds into Problemhood.
Or sometimes it loses interest, and the Problem just retires.
And there We Rhinos stand, wondering just why what went where?
An old Rhino Truth is that We can only pay attention to one thing at a time. Our observations may be stimulating, dazzling and astonishing; doubtless they are.
However, while a Rhino is communing with Topic A, Topics B through Z are being ignored.
That is just how things work, Naturally.
Long since, We Rhinos concluded that Nature had no intention whatever of Rhinos being Perfect. Consequently, We are appealingly slapdash.
And a good thing too. If Rhinos were all Perfect, there would be next-to-no way to tell one of Us from another.
By the present system, We get more varied approaches to the Matters at Hand. Which may account for something spectacular, at least We hope so.
Each and every critter, especially Rhinos, has a Sphere of Influence, often many, referring to the individual impact one gifts to the Cosmos, whether asked to or not.
A Rhino’s importance is not only to itself and its family, but to its community, its biosphere, its species, its location, its place in the Grand Picture.
And what is relaxing about it all, is that no Rhino can calculate its affect for itself. So We can smile and cruise on, Naturally.
Hippocrates of Kos (b. 460 bce) is widely acknowledged as the Father of Medicine. His ideas of how folk got sick, and what might help them out are still applauded and honored.
Rhinos are definitely pro-Hippocrates, as he saw the relationship between diet and health as important. Plus a little encouragement and patience.
Quote: The best remedy in many cases, is to do nothing. That’s our kind of doctor. Of course, Rhinos don’t often have another option.
The Dodo was a large flightless relative of the pigeon, known only on Mauritius in the Indian Ocean. Exposure to European sailors did them in, and in thirty years, Dodos were all gone. They were not stupid, they were trusting and curious.
Nature is always shifting things around, and in the shuffle, many species disappear. It is a Natural process, We think. Then everything gets recalibrated.
The Rhino Day will doubtless come. Or perhaps it’s here. The possibility exists for every species.
Your Inner Rhino 