The mysterious magic of Robbie the Rhino

Robbie the Rhino is not just a Rhino.

Robbie the Rhino is a magical Rhino.

Robbie the Rhino loves the world.

Robbie the Rhino wants to learn more about the world.

Robbie the Rhino wants to see the world.

Robbie the Rhino doesn’t know why he is magical.

Is it because of his BIG stompy feet?

Is it because of his BIG pointy horns?

Is it because his favourite food is green, tasty grass?

Robbie the Rhino did not know why he is magical.

But he did know that the world is magical.

On Robbie the Rhino’s adventure, he came across a very cross crocodile.

On Robbie’s magical journey, he decided to help the very cross crocodile he had come across.

The very cross crocodile that Robbie the Rhino had come across wanted to go through the land of bubbles.

Robbie the Rhino kindly guided the cross crocodiles across the water.

The cross crocodiles Robbie the Rhino had come across, were now not so cross.

They were now called the happy crocs.

On Robbie The Rhino’s magical journey, he came across a bright and bubbly lake.

In the bright and bubbly lake, Robbie the Rhino bumped into Uncle Ronnie the Rhino and Uncle Reggie the Rhino.

Uncle Ronnie the Rhino and Uncle Reggie the Rhino were frightened of swimming in the lake.

Robbie the Rhino comforted his frightened Uncle’s with a only a few words: ‘‘Don’t worry Uncle Reggie, and don’t worry Uncle Ronnie, i will carry you. I will guide you.’’

So, Robbie the Rhino guided Uncle Reggie, and Uncle Ronnie, as he had guided the once very cross crocs into being…well… happy crocs.

Robbie the Rhino helped a very pretty peacock, A very beautiful blue bird And a very cute chick.

They swam and splashed in the lake all day long.

As the sunset calmly hit the sky, Robbie the Rhino read his favourite bedtime story, of how magical the world must be, of how magical the world is.

The sky looked like golden honey that had been spilt from the pot and the lemon and pearly colours set like honeysuckle, budding out of the sky as the clouds cloaked the sunset, and tucked it into bed.

Goodnight sky. ‘‘Zzz. Zzz.’’ Sang the sky as her eyelids folded and her bedroom around her that was sunlit a few hours ago, had now been painted a sooty colour by a mysterious artist that went by the name of ‘Sun Set.’

Sun Set realised something was not quite finished in her painting, so she delicately took the tip of her brush and designed the moonlight, on the blankness of a canvas, and then illustrated it very carefully onto the slumber evening sky.

As the daytime rolled into night, the honey had set in the sky, and the colours darkened so that the honey was no longer silky looking and the honeysuckle could no longer be watered and nourished until the sunrise would awaken.

The bees rested their heads gently on pillows of honeysuckle and oh how sweet their night time sleep was.

Bzzz, Bzzz! Sang the bees to one another in their sleep, all night long.

Suddenly, Robbie the Rhino felt a very funny feeling.

His heart felt so warm and his eyes felt so big. ‘‘Why am i feeling like this?’’ hesitated Robbie the Rhino.

He had never felt a feeling like this and did not know if he liked it.

The glowing sunshine rose and yawned and looked in the mirror before she got dressed.

She made her bed with the help of the Earth rotating in the East, waking up her chum’s the moon, the stars and the planets, spreading golden fresh sheets onto the sky, ready to make a fresh sunset when the time came.

The sun gently calls us to rise in her melodic alarm clock, with the help of the neighbourly birds that sing to us into a blissful new day.

The soft sunshine opened her wardrobe, and dresses and big hats fell within the wispy clouds.

It was a blazing hot day so the sunshine needed an extra floppy big hat.

With a beautiful ivory silk bow.

Today, she decided to wear her favourite colour of all, truth. And oh how this colour looked good on her.

So when the sunshine looked in the mirror, she saw something truthful and full of goodness looking right back at her.

What she saw looked silvered and earnest, friendly and loving.

The glowing sunshine shone down some more.

The sun wrapped her arms around Robbie the Rhino and looked at him earnestly for a moment.

The mirror the sunshine looked within was always kind to her. ‘‘Robbie the Rhino, you feel this way, this strange and fuzzy way, because you are magical. You are true. You are wonderful.’’

Robbie the Rhino smiled sweetly for a moment.

This must be a good thing? ‘‘Magical? Robbie the Rhino Inquired.

Is it because of my BIG stompy feet?’’

‘‘Is it because of my BIG pointy horns?’’

‘‘Is it because my favourite food is green, tasty grass?’’

‘‘No Robbie the Rhino, it’s because you care about the world and its people.

You are interested, you love the world, you love to learn, and most importantly you love people.

Loving people involves being interested, loving the world, loving to learn, and loving people for who they are, your love is cyclical, and it’s big.

Bigger than your BIG stompy feet, your big, pointy horns and eating green, tasty grass.’’ ‘‘Woah’’ exhaled Robbie the Rhino, exhilarated.

‘‘But how is loving people the same as loving the world?’’

‘‘Well Robbie the Rhino, when we love the world,

The warm parts of the world,

The cold parts of the world,

The damaged parts of the world,

The beautiful parts of the world,

The Lakes,

The Mountains,

The Seasons:

Summer,

Spring,

Autumn,

Winter.

The Stars,

The Moon,

The Planets,

The Grey,

The Bright,

Our Sight,

Our shared delight,

We also love people, because people have bright areas and they have grey areas.

They are warm and cold, beautiful and damaged.

Sometimes they may look bright, and sometimes we can’t always see that they may be bright with our immediate sight.

But it is one of the purest delights of our life, to know and love people and the homes that they live in… Whether those homes belong to the bees or the carefully entwined nest made by a family of blue birds, whether it is the home of grassland where you, Robbie, stay with your family, or whether it is the home of the beekeeper that has a thatched roofed, a pink exterior, that is a quaint little cottage in the countryside.

We all have differences that connect us, and places we stay, but we also have a second home all together, where we are hosted so graciously by our guardian, Mother Nature.’’

In that moment, Robbie the Rhino had all the admiration of a full house audience surging through his bold Rhino veins, lost in the dreamy monologue of the sunset.

‘We can’t be who we are without the help of our ancestors. Our family is all over the world, some we chat to, some we visit, some we look out to the mountains to, our own world’s, our own homes, and our own colours of the world. They are there for us all day in the day time, and they are there for us all night in the night time. They learn from us all as we learn from them, it’s my favourite poem of all, Earthly requited love! Our Earth is always our home because it’s humanity’s collective guardian.”

The Sun shone down some more on Robbie.

A spout of water trickled over their heads for a moment, making them giggle, from an infinite dove blue watering can.

Pitter-patter, pitter-patter.

They flourished together.

And that is the story of how Robbie the Rhino realised he was magical all along.

Sometimes, we just need to be reminded of our superpower’s from our good friends around us, even if we can’t see it ourselves.

Robbie the Rhino had all the magic around him, all the magic inside of him.

Magic that surged out of the top of his pointy horns, and magic that became fossilised in the magical footprints of his rumpled, BIG stompy feet.

Robbie the Rhino leaves a track of his magic on every journey he goes upon, small and big.

Robbie the Rhino cares for us all.

Maybe there is a fog today, so for that i will say, you must be magical too. Magic can be found in everywhere we go. And in everyone we meet.

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