This might help you Readers recall how We Rhinos function; We are easily whelmed by the the infinite variations of scent, the delicasies that Nature attaches to each molecule of sniffiness.

It feels like drunkeness, but better. Nasal nuances: Rhinos have no choice but to take them personally. The Swoon of the Wild.

Or worse. Very bad things occur, sometimes with a warning, oftentimes without. The Big Bang Theory, only more large and unpleasant.

There is not much to say beyond admitting that Alarms are seldom welcome. Rhinos, no more nor less than any other Critter, have only one main choice: do the best We can as quick as We can, while ducking and dodging and trotting for all We’re worth.

These situations are Natural, a modest consolation for one and all.

The Tree of Knowledge, as far as We are concerned, is individualized. Rhinos can’t expect to understand every branch of Experience or Life. We add up our impressions and keep alert, as best We can. Some may call it a Tree; We call it a Thicket.

Also, We don’t judge anything as Good or Bad. Inevitably, We’ woul’d make mistakes, and labor to prove points We don’t, or can’t, fully grasp.

We are always impressed by how tricksy these Trees are; once We think We are getting the big picture, We find We aren’t. The Tree in question will simply sprout another dozen mystery branches. We’re more fulfilled when We just leave ourselves alone, and enjoy and accept what We are.

Rhinos, taken as a crowd, are usually pretty fit. We would crow about the fact, but honestly, it is the result of being well-assembled. Plus, there is mostly enough food for Us in the Wild, but seldom an overabundace. Just picking ourselves up and navigating ourselves down to the riverside for a sip places physical demands on Us.

The challenge We face is stretching, elongating those muscles that got used scrunched when We headed to the riverside. Or wherever We were headed.

When one is as hefty as We Rhinos proudly are, there is a lot to attend to, you may believe.

Rhinos are naturally inclined to jazzy rhythms and perfect pitch, if you are not too critical. When things get fixed, We always get happy.

Rhinos are not as computer-oriented as might be, so We are grateful for younger relatives who step up and fix the flat tires when We are hollering and wailing in the pasture. And they do it with good grace, Bless ’em!

Happy Days are here again.

We Rhinos are lucky, in many ways, but particularly in our skills at blending in. These abilities require little application from Us. We just go about our business, and other critters blithely disregard Us. We slither between their perceptors, like four-legged shadows.

We don’t even have to tiptoe when We go a-reaping.

also, Hooray, from Our Inner Rhino to Yours!

If Magic Carpets are so Magical, why is it that the do not behave consistently? Hmm?

We assume that they need more cleaning, maintenance, than We are equal to, thus they just do whatever strikes them as jolly, leaving Us Rhinos without a sense that We are in control.

We guess you Readers already know how to get yours fixed, but We are not on their mailing list… or anyone else’s, now that We mention it.

In Lewis Carroll’s “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland”, Alice keeps involuntarily changing size. When hoping to increase herself, she finds a glass box of small cakes, inscribed “Eat Me”. Very hard for Us Rhinos to imagine that Mr. Carroll was not himself part Rhino, or at least on speaking terms with a Rhino or two.

Rhinos are easily stimulated on the topic of treats. “Eat Me” ! My oh my, Mr. Carroll was clearly writing for the right customer.

And so, the cakes did the trick, and Alice grew and grew back to normal, whatever that is. AND all of that merriment is in Chapter One.