There is a graceful beauty in the feminine swing of her hips.  When I
watch my deaf little Nada scampering away like a brazened thief to hide
the socks that she's stolen, I am awed by this endearing difference
between Nada and her brothers.  My two boys move more heavily, sometimes
almost a bit clumsily, but very masculine as the stern end of their
little bodies pass me by delightfully.  Who needs to turn a ferret
upside down to determine if it's a "he" or a "she?"
 
Cordially,
Greta Hoisington
[Posted in FML issue 4318]