Today is National Miniature Golf Day. A frustrating game; it seems so simple, yet it requires skills most Rhinos lack. In almost every case, We can only get better.
Rhinos usually play our games after everybody else has called it quits for the night. Most of our tournaments involve a lot of kicking the ball, which is considered fair when the contestants get testy. Then it’s time for Hole #2.
We have excellent night vision, no matter what they tell you.
Today is National Blueberry Pie Day, officially. We Rhinos are often surprised with holidays; We thought Every day was a blueberry pie day. Why willingly limit the festivities?
If Rhinos had forks, We would have special big ones, so We could clean up our plates quickly.
That way Rhinos would be ready if there’s more pie nearby.
Today is the day when We celebrate Mr. William Shakespeare’s birth, back in 1564. If it wasn’t today, it was close to it. Maybe there was other stuff going on, or his mother just wasn’t up to finding a registrar. Sometimes, close is close enough.
Mr. Shakespeare had an intriguing life; whole chunks of his timeline are missing, and after all this time, it’s unlikely We will ever fill in the blanks. He became the most famous playwright to ever live anywhere, so his time off must have been good to him, one way and another.
Maybe he spent his time as an apprentice, learning Penmanship. Who can say?
Most critters have some sort of vocal range. Rhinos do too. Our ability to produce sound is related to what another Rhino can hear, obviously. (Rhinos do not sing to hyenas, right?)
For our Readers, high C is about it, so We are showing that as a communication device. Rhinos can squeak higher, but only under extreme duress. The Wild can provide that sort of duress, believe Us.
By the way, high notes take practice. Lots of it.
Holidays have special traditions, and Rhinos have always been delighted to assist the E.Bunny Delivery System. Such undertakings involve E.Bunny Managers and a mighty Work Force, among whom Rhinos number ourselves. A lot of bustle, We must say.
There are Bunny Trail Rules for Us Assistants, such as: 1) don’t squeeze the eggs, 2) no loud giggling, and 3) no hopping.
Bunnies are high-strung; they put up with no comedy when it’s Show Time. But then, neither does Santa.
Consumer Affairs are not unknown to Rhinos. We know that Trial & Error leads to more refined appreciation, no matter the focus of the trials. Try this, try that, etc.
Goldilocks, despite her house-breaking activities, does spend her time comparison shopping.
It’s interesting that We are never told if the Bears’ house is Goldilocks’ first Porridge Caper, right?
There is a scientific explanation of why tonight’s full moon is called The Pink Moon. It’s named for a flower called a pink.
It is also a Super Moon, which means ‘Biggest.’ Rhinos have always know the moon could change size, and now it turns out We were right. (If We weren’t, We wouldn’t have mentioned it.)
The pink flower is a Phlox. Yes, pink, but not too tasty.
Rhinos have to do research on many of you Readers’ activities, given that We ourselves own nothing. So We are aware that your schedules may be off-kilter at present.
A suggestion which might hit the right note would be: this is a good time to organize your silverware drawers.
Dress for the occasion. Why not?
Tooting our own Horn (tired Rhino joke) seems permissible now and again, right? “Your Inner Rhino” happily announces our 2,000th Post!!
Since October 20, 2014 We have achieved over 100% delivery, even given some vacations and the occasional lapse.
Of course, there’s no group as stupendous as our Readers, and We thank you for your encouragement. Sincerely.
Rhinos can mostly tell when We are dreaming, primarily because things smell different, less subtle but riveting over there. And there is almost always surprising food in dreams; that’s how they serve it up.
Is it any wonder We look forward to catching a few winks?
No, it is not any wonder at all.
Your Inner Rhino 