and from that day, even till now, all the storks have been called Peter. - Hans Christian Andersen

His own image; no longer a dark, gray bird, ugly and disagreeable to look at, but a graceful and beautiful swan. To be born in a duck's nest, in a farmyard, is of no consequence to a bird, if it is hatched from a swan's egg.

"‎"Does all the beauty of the world stop when you die?"

"No," said the Old Oak; "it will last much longer - longer than I can even think of."

"Well, then," said the little May-fly, "we have the same time to live; only we reckon differently.

"Pop, pop," sounded in the air, and the two wild geese fell dead among the rushes, and the water was tinged with blood.