Same But Different

Wilson, Picker and Snack all stood in front of this majestic animal inside a wildlife park.
Wilson said, ‘What is its name? Is it from Asia or Africa? Who feeds it? Is it male or female? How old is it? Does it have a twin? How much does it cost to feed? How much does it weigh? If it dies, how much will another one cost? What is its purpose, besides being something to look at?’
Picker didn’t quite have any questions, he was mumbling to himself, ‘It’s a house all by itself, walls and windows included, and the architect of those legs was a real craftsman. I see him standing like a bridge across very deep waters, the face is a bit miserable, but the eyes are so kind. He must be as gentle as a lamb to infants.’
Snack looked up and down and at last he exclaimed to himself, ‘He is a tough son of a gun outside, and I’ll bet he’s got a mighty strong heart. I believe he has the strength of a good few steam trains too.’
They didn’t put up any arguments.
No one expressed any disagreements.
Three men saw the magnificent creature in their own way and let it go at that.
They were all correct, yet all different.
They didn’t want to spoil an extremely beautiful, Sunday afternoon.
‘Sundays come only once a week!’ they told each other.