Each night, We encourage our Tots to put aside the petty woes of the day, and get ready for a spanky-fresh tomorrow. Like getting a new outfit for the day to come.
So effective is this tradition, that We adults embrace it as well. It’s easy to tell when someone forgets. Ms. or Mr. Grumpy comes to call. (Cue: eye rolling)
Imaginary jumpsuits do not actually have zippers.
We do eat only greens. However, being blessed with palates of remarkable sensitivity, combined with Unparalleled Imaginations, We can concoct a banquet from whatever is available. Raw. In that sense, We are Master Chefs. Each and every one of Us. And it’s always “cooked” to order.
This is a useful capability in the Wild, in that We do not have kitchens or oven thermometers. Or waxed paper.
Our sleep patterns are approximate, more or less, mostly. The Good News is that We see very nicely in the dark, making midnight suppers a pleasure. This is good because many plants smell- and taste- their very best after sundown. We don’t need to go stumbling about, getting banged up while looking for fodder. We just strut up to the plant, greet it and eat it.
SheNaniganza is the shrewdest of the Disruptions, planning Discombobulations and Gumfoozlements. SheNaniganza is the most daunting Invisible Crony each Mom must confront. Tantrums and Commotion are one thing, but calculated Confusion is more confounding. Patterns develop; once the Tot sees that a stratagem has worked, why not try it again and again? Crafty is as Crafty does… or something along those lines.
SheNaniganza is always on the lookout for variants on the main theme, namely Maternal Vexation. The cry goes forth: “Tots shall inherit the Earth; Tot-Power, Yessssssssssssssssssssssss”. (fist pump, fist pump)
When everything goes according to plan, the Tots are right.
You probably know this, but it’s National Bean Day, yes it is! We Rhinos are all for beans, all kinds, all flavors. Beans are remarkably useful for helping make gas, inside, between one end and the other. Chew them up, and Bingo! gas!
We have always felt that one of the many reasons We are so light on our feet is that We are bouyed up, like a Macy’s balloon. Veg Gas is lifting us! Is that Marvelous or What?!? That is what contributed to our inventing the pirouette. Bet ya didn’t know that, right?
Honestly, what other critter would have come up with that?
Masterpieces are not as rare as some folk think. We think of ourselves in that light, all the time. We also extend that concept to everyone around Us, Rhino and others as well. We figure Nature is always working toward some engaging but incomprehensible definition of Perfection, so We are part of that plan, like everyone else. Nobody is more crucial to the Whole than anybody else; We are all working to do our bit to improve matters.
If We can’t grasp the perfection of another critter, We try to work on our thinking, not on that critter. For all We know, that critter has an inside track on something truly nifty, something We could learn. An amazing system when you think about it. So many teachers. All together We, you, they make a pretty outstanding gallery, All Masterpieces.
A Day of Festivity, one among three hundred and sixty-five. “Ho-ho-ho” works every day, year round.
Haaaaaaaaaaapy Birthdays, better a teensy-weensy late than never, right? Still heartfelt.
Well, We can’t always get it right! Happy Solstice, whenever it was. Golly. Too much merry times around here.
This is a busy time of year for Us. So many things to do and bits of craziness for Us to attend to. Makes our heads spin, but We like it that way.
Your Inner Rhino 