One way to tell if something is Fiction or not is, does it make sense? If it does, it’s Fiction.
Rhinos are not fictional. We put ideas together, but We don’t put our faith in the picture they present.
That would just be silly.
On whimsical occasions, We Rhinos like to debate about what size boot would be required to kick all the Pepper out of any of Us.
The result of these reveries is a general consensus that Nature must feel there are distinct benefits to the Rhino prickly disposition.
Which means, We are dandy as We are. Which is no surprise, right?
Not every Rhino can communicate with Rocks. Rocks give off vibrations, which is how they make their thoughts available. Not every Rhino has the patience to get the message.
RhinoRockReaders say that Rocks are most interested in their own mass; are they getting bigger or smaller, working their way to pebbleness or bolderhood? We are told that Rocks do not care which direction is their trend, but they do ponder.
One thing with Rocks, they are seldom in a hurry.
Tomorrow is National Pie Day. Your Inner Rhino wanted to remind you in advance so you could get your pie stuff together.
Since Rhinos do not really bake (lacking virtually everything needed for the exercise) you may be happy to learn We are not including recipes.
We don’t have them, and you wouldn’t want them.
Sometimes We Rhinos are prey to Vague Dread. At such times, each of Us creates a little psychic Hideaway in which to fuss about our predicaments.
Occasionally We stew away in isolation for hours… until We get hungry.
More often, the fun of imagining the Hideaway is so absorbing, We forget why We bothered to hide in the first place.