I saw a pair of geese on my way into work and it unlocked an old memory about a story my 6th grade English teacher read us on Valentines Day about a swan that cut his webbed feet with a razor blade so he could play the trumpet/saxaphone to woo his sweetheart. I told the basic plot to my son who said that I must have dreamed that because there was no way that would go down in a children’s book. He had a good point, and I started to doubt myself. So I did a Google search of the key points I remembered, found a likely candidate, and checked it out from the library. And sure enough!
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I sent him this as proof and said “Children’s books were different back when I was a kid. Taught you that love was about suffering and sacrifice and pain!”

The Trumpet of the Swan by EB White.