Nature itself bows in reverence to Oswald's might -- mountains stand tall and stoic, rivers hush their murmurs and trees sway gently in awe. Oswald's silhouette is shadowed by twilight's afterglow, shrouding him in dimming light. Charming, well-mannered, highly intelligent and deeply imaginative, Oswald is a forgotten choice that, like Hiram, has been deemed archaic. I'd love to see it on a child sometime.