Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, or so I am told, and before today I always believed that was true. Then I ran across this domestic Chinese swan goose today--that is, I beheld him--and I couldn't help but marvel at the uniqueness of every creature on this Earth. He was very odd-looking and very bold, this goose was, although I am quite certain he thought he was beautiful. And how did I know this? By his confidence, of course. He strutted right out to meet me to see if I had any treats for him. When he found out that I was empty-handed, he turned his considerable nose up at me and promptly snubbed me. He swam away regally, quite convinced he was a dapper fellow, indeed. So snobby was he that I could not help but giggle and think perhaps beauty was not in the eye of the beholder but of the beheld. So snobby was he that I found myself being embarrassed to be human. Now, there is a lesson in there somewhere for me, should I decide to pursue it.