
Rhinos crow, not because We are better than anybody else; We are just celebrating the gifts each of Us has. Gifts We have in common with you, dear Readers.
Crowing is better than Braying.
Last week (11-2-15) We predicted there would be a slowdown here, but We mistook.
Thus Your Inner Rhino establishes again our inability to read the Beads of Destiny. Fortunately (heh heh) We never really supposed We could, so there is a Field of Aggravation left unplowed.
Who knows? Next week there may be a log jam of elegant proportions. However things go, We are a-weary-O of forecasting Misgivings.
Pointless, truth to tell.
We Rhinos do not wear socks. They don’t address any needs We acknowledge. For Us.
What holds our interest is your apparent need to match them up, and wear them in pairs. Surely they are more decorative when you wear more kinds at the same time? If We wore socks, We’d throw out the extra one when We got them. Or share the extra sock with somebody else.
Or knit them Once and For All.