RhinoTales tell of treks across the sea. Heroes who have are hailed by one and all. They are also working for the betterment of their folk.

It’s interesting that some young Rhinos feel they deserve praise and gratitude for expressing interest. Potential perhaps, but no sense of perspective, no track record. For the hardworking folk in their field, they can be mighty tedious.

We often recommend the Entitled Youngsters go to the shore and command the waves, just to see what happens.

Little Miss Muffet does overreact to her unexpected guest.

Among ourselves, We Rhinos mutter, “Get over it, Gurl”.

Winter Weather is fine for the critters for whom it was designed. Wooly Rhinos tried snowy wastelands some eons ago, gathering few rollicking memories. Since then, We are more Equator-oriented.

Clearly the point of knitting is to cover up, shielding from the elements. But in the Wild, there are no how-to pamphlets.

Rhinos have the Style down pat, it’s the Production end of things where We stall out.

Today being National Popcorn Day, We feel it needs to be emphasized that these food-oriented holidays are not Rhino ventures, but are established by the Readers’ kin, somehow.

Rhinos like popcorn mostly. We don’t get a lot of it, so We don’t have a policy toward it. ‘Live and let live’ captures our attitude, which is really a ‘who cares?’ stance.

We can say that watching popcorn popping is good fun, of which Rhinos never have too much.

Edgar Allan Poe was born today in 1809. He died at forty, but left his mark on both poetry and short story writing in the USA. He had some bad habits, which only worsened his mental turmoil as he aged. His work became influential not only in this country, but in Europe too.

Rhinos cannot read to any extent, but We can appreciate and imagine in Grand Terms. Obviously, Mr. Poe was a complex fellow, embodying the tormented artist. His work is melancholy, a sensibility of the Romantic Movement.

Rhinos are not often poets, but then neither are most of our Readers.

Making a Baby Rhino takes patience. After some rough-housing, the Groom goes away, for good. B’-Bye.

Then all the Mom-to-be has to do is eat right, get some sleep, and wait 16 months for the little bundle from heaven. Meanwhile, stuff is going on inside, stuff nobody understands. And Mom’s body is adjusting, first time around and the last as well.

And one morning, Voila! Motherhood!!!

Rhinos get older occasionally, as you might expect. Last year We were something, and now We are another one. But when you cannot count beyond Three, Rhinos are bound to be statistically unreliable. In the Wild, there’s a lot to keep in mind; age is not anywhere on our list.

Time is elusive and always (probably) has been. We gravitate to improbable ages, like six zillion or 35 minutes. We don’t calibrate our lives in relation to Numbers or Time.

Truthfully, We don’t calibrate our lives at all; We live them.

Nature has given Us Rhinos remarkable Characteristics. One such is a brain that pulses with insight and activity; it can be exhausting! But We Rhinos have a refuge from our mental powers; it is called the Nap.

When stressed, We simply check out of this world and visit another. Napland is always unexpected in its detail, changing at will. We see another side of events and of ourselves. Dreams answer questions We didn’t even know We had!

Then We wake up. Feeling better. Also, Dreams whet our appetites.

Rhinos are observant, which makes Us a bit tiresome. Every Rhino sees what’s going on, and in many cases offers suggestions to passersby on improved decorum, etc. These suggestions are often specific, and clearly stated. No wonder nobody wants them.

It might also help if Rhinos were better at Commanding our own Idiosyncrasies. We do try, but that effort is often insufficient.

Ah well. It’s sort of a relief to acknowledge our own Limitations, when We can recall them. Then We rehearse the improved version, and take a nap.

We’ll be right back!