In the greater game of Telephone, We sometimes wonder where we figure into the chain of information. Of all critters, are We the first to know, or the last? It’s unlikely that We are mid-chain, since Rhinos don’t pass most messages along.

Maybe We are just a wrong number?

We are off gallivanting, and making no apologies. Back Monday.

In the face of so much Stimulation, We Rhinos feel that a Second Glance often recommends itself. Contemplative critters, that’s Us. Usually and Sometimes.

Right?

Rhinos have delicate internal wiring, and a whole lot of it. Critters as sensitive as We are need complex systems, though you may have suspected that already.

While Rhinos are renowned for their self-possession, it is true that occasionally our wiring develops problems. It can take minutes to locate the issue, and a few more to correct it. Often these glitches have to do with our temperamental regulators. What goes on between the first alarm signal and the final solution can be dramatic, for one and all.

Electronically speaking, We flip out.

Tonight is the full moon. So that is happy news.

Inside each of Us there is a gang of miniature Selves, each with some mission, scooting around wherever needed. This gang is diverse: all different species, families, ages, genders, ideologies, what have you. A remarkably friendly collection of goals, aligning themselves as suits the case. Many points of view, but none exclusive of another.

Where this gang comes from must be genetic, but We can’t honestly say We know how they organize themselves, or when. We are just happy with the results of their efforts; they make Us kind, alert and grounded, which is good for our Self-Esteem.