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]