A short story for sisters.....

So, this is a little story for my sister and anyone out there who has a sister. Don't mind the randomly occuring events or bad grammar. I wrote this in only a few minutes as I was slacking at work because there is nothing to do!! Kristi, I love you! You are wonderful and you mean a whole lot to me! I don't expect this story to touch any warm, fuzzy place in your heart but you make me happy, warm and...fuzzy! Okay...enjoy!!

Once upon a time, in a desert wilderness, there wandered a three-horned rhinoceros. This three-horn was all alone, with nothing but a pink balloon tied to her right front hoof. She looked disoriented from afar, but as you drew near you could see that it was both heat stroke and sadness in the still, small form of a tear on her leathery cheek that gave her away - she was not only disoriented, she was lost.
Her herd was moving from the Water Hide Away to Paradise Found and during the transition and commotion Pryn, this lone three-horn, got lost. Pryn was just a little three-horn, with all horns just 3 inches high. She was not ready to be on her own, independent in the wilderness. O No! She still needed her mommy-horn and daddy-horn to keep her well fed and safe.
(You may be asking about the pink balloon...this was something she had stumbled into, so to speak, on her journey thus far.) She had been lost for about 4 days, now, and it had been a frightening time! She had wandered into the Hyenas Night Club and was shocked and scared by what she had witnessed. From there she took off running and ended up at the circus where the many little children tried to capture her with their balloons...but only one child had managed to strike the mark - hence the pink balloon.
Pryn had done her best not to injure anyone amidst fleeing for safety but was saddened because as she fled she heard a shreekish noise from behind her, that of a little girl now left without her pink balloon. Pryn didn't dare slow down or stop. But as she ran the tears came in abundance. She was sad. She was hungry. She was tired. Pryn needed a hug from her sister. That's who she missed the most, her sister Praney. Praney was just a little older than Prynn but they were inseparable. They did everything together - from going on wild, imaginary adventures to swimming in Mud Creek to eating exotic bugs found under large boulders and logs. As she wandered in the desert alone she looked into the quickly-fading sky and breathed a long, sad, hopeless breath. What would she do tonight? With no one to protect her, no one to snuggle with to keep warm....these thoughts could overwhelm her.
As she began looking for a place to sleep she heard a ruckus from one of the bushes ahead.
Could it be a lion? she thought. Hopefully not! She was not strong enough to defend herself nor had she been old enough to join the Learn How to Act Dead To Survive Lion Attacks classes. O how handy that would have been at this moment. The noise continued to get louder and louder. Pryn hit the hard, desert ground and covered her head with her hooves. What she couldn't see wasn't there, at least that's what she liked to think. She lay paralyzed with fear for what seemed like eternity. Only when she heard the repetitive "thump thump" of someone or something hitting the pink balloon did she have the strength to peak out of her safe cove. To her utter surprise and delight Praney was looking down at her with a smile of delight on her face, the pink balloon being tossed by the wind into her three horns. The sisters squealed in excitement and relief. Together they ran into the sunset towards their parents and the long-lost happiness of the comfort of family and friends made Pryn's heart soar. The End