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All too soon, it was time to head back
toward Richard’s Bay and our ship. But,
just before we reached the park gates,
Ashley hit the brakes.His eyes were locked
on the dense underbrush ahead.
“It’s a black rhino,” he murmured, al-
most in disbelief. We squinted into the
shadows. At first, there was nothing—just
stillness. Then, a flicker of movement. And
suddenly, there he was.
Unlike the larger, social white rhinos,
black rhinos are smaller, stockier, and
fiercely solitary. Ashley was as stunned as
we were.“I haven’t seen a black rhino in
this park all year!”
He wheeled the van around, following
the rhino’s path parallel to the road. Then,
with uncanny certainty, Ashley whispered:

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