The swan is mostly silent through its life. It floats quietly on the water, unable to sing sweet songs like most other birds.

My goal now is to dance all the dances as long as I can, and then to sit down contented after the last elegant tango some sweet night and pass on because there wasn' t another dance left in me.

And again, she brings me an apple, flinging it over the fence with that same sweet smile.

"If I have a girl, I hope that she will be as sweet as you," her aunt whispered.

They thought they possessed her. They thought she was theirs. Because she was in their arms, so delicate and sweet.