For you Rain Enthusiasts, now to September is a fine time to visit Us in Nepal. Yes, it’s the Rainy Season, on which We vegetarians all depend.
Not only does the water make everything grow, but it controls the dust, and restores our faith in Variation.
“The world is mud-licious and puddle-wonderful”, to quote e.e. cummings.
Occasionally, one of Us will be thunderstruck by a random piece of Cosmic Excellence, as it sweeps past. We stand transfixed, immobilized by the Phenomenon.
How long this dumbfounded state lasts is hard to calculate. Other critters are oblivious, and the Rhino in question loses all sense of Time. Could be minutes, could be days?
These incidents are uncommon, but they do add a sense of Mystery to daily life, and frankly, many daily lives could use the boost.
Moms are great! That’s what Rhinos think, and We are seldom wrong.
Delirium is often spoken of as though it were an undesirable state of mind, typified by a lack of self-control and peak emotion.
Rhinos do not see Delirium quite that way. We feel as though our Delirious Side is lurking around each elbow, ready to take the reigns when needed. And frankly, We are grateful for the backup. Even the most stately Rhino needs to let it all out, the often-er, the better.
Delirium is one of the regulated Rhino’s Default Valves.
We Rhinos are not particular about Bedtime really. We sleep when it suits Us, and get going when it doesn’t.
We often nap in the middle of the day, when it gets toasty. Siesta, si? Si.
And our eyesight is good enough for browsing in the dark, so that’s a Big Help.
When and if you would like to see the drawings on Your Inner Rhino more clearly, just Click on them, and they should automatically enlarge themselves for you.
After an hour or so, when you have seen enough, Click on the margin, and you will go back to the main menu.
Your Inner Rhino, doing its bit to enhance your viewing experience…
Nature has not designed Rhinos to live in the trees, sorry to say. Still, it looks like pretty grand times to Us.
But We do not fret. We let our RImaginations take the reins and figure out what sort of house We would create IF We could get up there.
Merry times for Us! (And We don’t need Zoning Commissions.)
Signor Bartolomeo Cristofori (b. 1655) is credited with inventing the Piano, somewhere around 1700. It had only four octaves, but made a big impression. Another example of a Good Beginning, which is often all it takes.
Rhinos are not designed to play the Piano, having only three toes per foot. Of course, reading music is not a RhinoSkill, but We can pretend We know what We’re doing; many other players do.
Rhinos don’t need to hog the spotlight to achieve Satisfaction.
Rhinos are naturally curious; it’s a sign of Great Intellect, at least that’s the way We tell it.
Since We cannot read, Rhinos have our own methods of doing research. These methods answer our needs, and why else would We do the research anyway? (We only pretend to read, just for the picture.)
Your Inner Rhino, always tellin’ it like it is.
Today, hanging a May Day flower basket on a loved one’s door may seem Quaint. But Rhinos are a sentimental gang, for which We make no apologies.
Your Inner Rhino hopes you Readers have a nostalgiastic May First.
Your Inner Rhino 