In the vast Savanna there lived a rhinoceros by
the name of Ryhan. Not your typical sized rhino, Ryhan was smaller than most
other rhinos. Of course no matter how much Ryhan’s ability was doubted he didn’t
care. In a young rhinoceros’s life there
is a time where he or she must earn their horn. On Ryhan’s 5th
Birthday, it was time for him to earn his horn, the one thing that made a Rhinoceros
so special.
Now, earning your horn is no laughing
matter. It’s a rigorous challenge that leaves
no prisoners. Yet, if a rhino is to pass the test, he will live out the life of
a prideful happy rhino. On the other hand, the punishment for failure was
terrible. Should a rhino not to pass
their test, they would be banished to the dirty mud puddles of the Savanna; stripped
of all pride and respect. Then, he or she would live the life of a disgusting
angry wallowing hippo. Ryhan knew the scenario well. Throughout his whole life, his family had made
it quite apparent as to what was expected of him.
Finally, the day arrived. It was time for Ryhan to begin his challenge. He was up against all odds. Ryhan was a small rhino. He wasn’t the
strongest, and he defiantly wasn’t the smartest, but he had the will and desire
to succeed. The test consisted of three challenges; no one knew what these
challenges were for they were chosen by the Gods of the Savanna. His family wished
him luck, as he carefully treaded through the dark wooden challenge gates; gates
that very few rhinos ever see again.
As soon as the gates closed Ryhan
looked forward WHOOSH, he was in the
wide open plains of the Savanna. Out of nowhere came the Great Gazelle,” Ah
Ryhan we have been awaiting your arrival” said the great Gazelle. Ryhan said
nothing but nodded in recognition. “Your first challenge is to catch me.” said
the gazelle. “And it starts now.” In a flash the gazelle was off, Ryhan knew
that he would never catch a gazelle in straight line so as he ran he devised
the plan, to try to trick the gazelle. He thought to himself, that if he could
just get the gazelle wedged in between the river and the thicket, he could
corner the gazelle and catch him. Instead of chasing him Ryhan crouched and
waited in the tall grass, the gazelle assumed victory and started to slow.
Yet, slowly but surely Ryhan crawled
around the gazelle now facing the river and the thicket. Now having the perfect
angle and seeing his point of attack, Ryhan charged. Shocked the gazelle desperately
ran without any regards as to where he was going, and before he knew it he was water’s
edge. He looked left right, nothing but thicket and water. As the Great Gazelle
looked forward, he felt the steamy hot breath of a tired rhino, knowing that he
had been beat the gazelle bowed his head and spoke. “You have defeated me fair
and square you have much pride.” As Ryhan began to thank gazelle the very tip
of a horn grew from his head.
Before the flick of his tail, Ryhan
found himself face to face with a massive silver back gorilla; this was undoubtedly
the great god of the Apes, Silver. “We will see who strongest” Silver said, “Whoever
get most bananas down from tree is winner” Silver then walked over to a banana
tree grabbed hold of it a shook. “Woo woo
woo hoo” he yelled as all the bananas from the tree fell except for one.
Ryhan immediately knew what to do; he will not try to out muscle Silver he will
try out think him just as he did Gazelle. Ryhan started to grind his horn tip
against the base of the tree. Silver and his apes began to scoff and laugh at
Ryhan, little did they know, Ryhan was taking a much different approach. The
sharp tip of his horn started to gnaw away at the tree. After much hysterics
and cackling, Silver and his apes heard a loud thud. The tree had been cut
down, and in disbelief Silver was stunned. “I am defeated more of horn you will
receive” Silver spoke with a heavy heart.
Exhausted, weak and tired Ryhan stood
in the pitch black darkness. Instantly a pair of yellow eyes sparked from the
darkness, and a deep low voice growled. “So close yet so far.” Out of the moon
light stepped the god Tsavo. Tsavo was the mightiest, strongest, fastest, smartest,
most blood thirsty lion the earth had ever known.
Although terrified out of his mind,
Ryhan remained motionless, not trembling, nor shaking. He stood as authoritative
and tall as he could, unwilling to show any sign of weakness. In a dark low
tone Tsavo spoke “This challenge will not only test your speed, strength, and
intelligence, but it will also test your heart, will and desire for survival.” “I
know what you’ve been told.” he snarled “That failure will merely result in the
disgusting transformation of a hippo”. Tsavo declared, “Yet when you challenge
me it is life or death.” Rhino said nothing, just gave his node. “Here is what
you must do.” He said “You must travel back to the gate of whence you came,
during your journey I will stalk find you and kill you.” Tsavo roared “If for
some reason you survive, and reach the gate you will receive the rest of your
horn, you have a two hour head start…. GO!!!! Tsavo roar boomed like thunder.
In complete panic, Ryhan darted off in distress.
Ryhan
knew he had to get all of his two hour head start, and for two hours he plowed
through the jungle foliage. Finally he made it to the big banana tress of the apes
he was heading the right way. Trudging through the trees, Ryhan spotted a lion
claw mark. Tsavo was ahead of him. Ryhan realized he was being toyed with for Tsavo
it was all a sick game. Keeping his eyes and ears open, Ryhan finally made through
the jungle. The bright red orange African sun started to rise; Ryhan could
clearly see that he was in the savanna grass where he fist started. Bruised,
battered and just about done for, Ryhan gave one last effort. He sprinted and
sprinted for miles, through what seemed to be endless spans of Savanna plains. There
it was, he could see it, the gate. Ryhan wouldn’t stop couldn’t stop he kept
going. Out of the corner of his eye the tall grass rustles, paw prints are
already on the ground where Tsavo has been planning out his ambush. A thick
line of Savanna bushes and thicket stood about 100 meters from the gate. There
were three passage ways through the grass to the gate. Ryhan had to think
quickly for his life depended on it. Somehow it hit him; Ryhan realized each
passage way was doomed for failure the only way to get passed was to charge
through the thicket. Regardless of size of strength, it was his only way out.
Full speed, hooves trampling, head down, Ryhan blasted through the thicket. Out
from behind the passages Tsavo roared in anger. Ryhan ran Tsvao chased. Ryhan
could reach out and touch the gate, Tsavo right behind him he leaped Ryhan dove
colliding at the dark gates exit, Ryhan reaches and……….