She heard mellowy cries.
A silver Rhino was what she heard.
She asked the Rhino:
„Rhino Rhino on the truck, what is it that hit your butt?"
But the rhino continued crying.
It cried Silk.
The same material her Hijab was made of.
Galila pondered.
Is it morally okay, to make it cave?
Morally okay to farm it for her Hijab production?
Galila thought and thought.
Her thoughts wandered towards the truck.
Truck it was, she utilized.
She entered and drove, without her rove.
Driving License missing, Rhino hissing.
The Rhino cried, cried her silk.
Galila left her Truck. She collected the Silk.
Happy she was, for silk and silk.
She kissed the rhino and waved goodbye,
The Rhino cried and cried some more.
