Is there a difference between being Lost and being Misplaced? Possibly. Still, the issue is not usually where a Rhino is, but how that Rhino feels about it.
Our default policy is, Await Developments.
True, sometimes We Holler to see what effect that has, and that often works. Ask anybody.
Once in a great while, a Rhino is gifted with an unreasoned elation, a sense of happy unspecific anticipation.
We Rhinos like to enjoy these moments. We do not analyze them.
In 1633 Mr. Thomas Johnson, a botanist, introduced the Banana to London, England. He ran an Apothecary Shoppe, featuring plants and herbs with healthful virtues. He authored and co-authored many books of longterm interest. Mr. Johnson is the “Father of British Field Botany”.
Still, he did not find those Bananas in a British field, that’s certain. The popular guess is they came from Bermuda.
You may also wonder how long it took for the public to see the potential humor in Banana peels. Not long, We imagine.
Rhinos are an energetic crew, no doubt about it. Those energies both exhilarate and exhaust Us, though not at the same moment.
We are prey to Spontaneous Combustion.
Here We see a Reenactment of Ponce de Leon’s discovery of the Fountain of Youth back in 1513. He was busy claiming Florida for the Spanish crown, who were happy to have it. As was often the case, the folk who already lived there knew nothing about these developments.
YIR enjoys bringing you Readers these historic moments. Often We get to don false beards, which is the zenith of humor, let’s face it. Hooray for imaginative dress-up.
We also wish Ponce de Leon ‘Happy Birthday’, which he celebrated in 1460. The first time.
Older Rhinos often complain that their veggies don’t taste like back when. They’re saltier, spicier, or duller, or… well, different. There are explanations of this phenomenon, not all of them associated with Rhinos aging.
The most noteworthy fact is that the Earth itself is changing all the time. Soil is not a passive participant in a plant’s development. Like everything else, the soil is in process, and that affects the plants that grow in it.
Also, the plants themselves are responding to Natural forces, developing in ways that suit them, without consideration of Rhino preferences. “Sort of inconvenient,” We Rhinos mutter.
Some seasons are particularly Windy, like blow-off-your-head Windy. This is not Kite Weather We are discussing.
Any sensible Rhino, which is, happily, the majority, will take measures to assure continued wellbeing.
Willful Rhinos, who snub their noses at the Wind, may end up headless- or worse. Sad but true.
While attending to many of Life’s predictable processes, the Rhinomind usually occupies itself in some undefined space, some midpoint betwixt and between hither and yon.
It doesn’t necessarily look like this drawing, but then, it doesn’t really look like anything in particular.
Rhinos are always on the lookout for Cunning. Cunning slithers up unexpectedly; the unwary Rhino has to be alert.
The important issue here is that Rhinos are not a Cunning species. We are trusting and often gullible. So We need to be vigilant.
Armed with a Sense of Scent without Equal, Rhinos know when a situation stinks. Then We Address Matters. You knew that all along, right?
Your Inner Rhino 