An occasional pastime with Us Rhinos is “What’s-It-Gonna-Be?”. We choose another Critter, and weigh the advantages or disadvantages of other Ways of Life.
What’s involved in being a Lemur, or an Armadillo, or a Polar Bear? Each Critter has things to recommend it, its pros and cons.
What is miraculous is how every Rhino on record has concluded that being a Rhino is the very best Fate. Big Surprise.
A standard Rhino greeting is “Happy Birthday”, and why not? No Rhino keeps track of such a thing, so the chances are, if not likely, not entirely out of the question either.
Perhaps today is your Birthday!? And if so, why not enjoy it to the Max?! Throw yourself a party and scintillate.
In that spirit, YIR wishes you a “Happy Birthday”, whenever you plan to have it… today, or whenever, or however often.
Scent is what We Rhinos are all about. Our senses are simply transported minute-by-minute with a Symphony of Fragrances.
Oddly enough, We do not just inhale Scent; We see it, We hear it, We taste it. It may be that the nose takes the lead, informing our other senses. Who knows?
Who cares about these details? We are Ecstasizmed.
Rhinos seem to get more than our fair share of Brilliant Ideas; it’s just a Natural Fact. Sometimes once a week, sometimes every two minutes; it’s an unpredictable business, these flashes of RhinoGenius.
What’s intriguing is where these ideas reside before We get them. We are simply attending to our business when, WHAM!, We get an Insight. Out of the blue.
Very stimulating, being Us.
We Rhinos are an intensely Musical Bunch. Toss out a few notes, and We are activated, humming, tooting, and vocalizing. Oh, and stomping.
One Musical Vehicle is like another; in the Face of Inspiration, things just improve by the minute.
Autumn is almost as good a season for the Banjo as Winter, Spring and Summer. It’s hard to lose!
Sometimes Nature makes a shift, raising one flat place above another. The resulting wall separating those fields is called an Escarpment, geologically speaking.
Rhinos seldom scale these Escarpments, lacking both the Equipment and the Skill. When you are Big, you don’t want to do a lot of falling down.
Being incapable ourselves doesn’t mean We can’t appreciate it.
Ah, excellent Readers, here is the YIR Staff, pulling ourself together as best We may. Being away is stimulating, but keeping our marbles assembled is a challenge. So many bits and pieces, each one full of memorable-ness!
Being Away is fun, but being Home is good too.
Hello, out there!
Saturday, September 22 is WORLD RHINO DAY, so hang them banners and toot them horns!
Please.
That’s right, Readers! It’s Talk-Like-a-Pirate-Day once again! Gather your doubloons, bottles of rum, etc. and get with it.
It’s a ‘Your Inner Rhino’ sort of holiday.
Shiverr Yrrr Timberrrzz!
Mr. Melville R. Bissell (b. 1843) invented the Carpet Sweeper in 1876, a popular labor-saving device. No more beating the rugs on the back fence; you just swept the rugs on the floor. Neat!
In the Wild, this invention is not common. Rhinos don’t own anything, and there is much more dirt than there is carpet…
It’s use also assumes We Rhinos don’t like the dirt where it is, which isn’t the case.
Your Inner Rhino 