Defenestrate the Rhinoceros

Defenestrate the rhinoceros! Help it escape the conflagration from the overused lamp decorated by the blasted daughters, forcing their ways of hedonism on the zoo, so non-hedonistic until the old ways were defenestrated when they took over, the daughters who care not for the monkey or rhinoceros and only for their gaudy chairs and lamps that meet their ends in conflagration. But these items deserve conflagration – it burns the awful hedonism symbolized in the exploding lamp. Maybe their philosophies they will defenestrate (if they can fit after the rescued rhinoceros), but so is not the way of the daughters. Oh, if only those daughters would burn in the conflagration! Put themselves after the peacock and rhinoceros – although the peacock, too, can be hedonistic with its plumage, but it can not defenestrate its natural build, just as the lamp cannot stop shining. The poor lamp! Not its fault it was picked by the daughters and caused the great defenestration – caused the conflagration – in the midst of their hedonism that nearly slaughtered the rhinoceros. But the fortunate rhinoceros escaped the fires of the labored lamp, draped in the finery of the girls' hedonism – the luxury of being a landowner's daughters – uncaring of the conflagration; their father's hard work they defenestrated. They defenestrated me, the rhinoceros in the throws of the conflagration by a heated lamp. I hate the daughters and their hedonism.)