It is what is. If it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck and swims like a duck, then it must be a duck. Once you realize it's a duck you can make that duck happy, because you finally stop treating him like he's a chicken!
Go Debbie!
I remember that I used to cry and cry when reading the 'baby-version' of the Ugly Duckling story I had as a little kid. There sure seemed to be part of me that knew is wasn't a chicken and yearned for duck food and duck friends.
Of course I also cried at the HCA version of 'The littlest Mermaid' I wanted to have fly in the air with those girls who didn't care about being pretty or falling in love. They jsut wanted to be nice to every body. But I guess that's another story.
Grins
