The Glass Penguin

I hopped down from the blanket fold and waddled across the floorboards toward the base of the wardrobe mirror. Right there at the bottom of the glass, another fuzzy penguin was staring back with shiny dark eyes. I tilted my head to the left, and it tilted at the exact same instant. When I reached out and pressed my flipper against the cool, slick surface, a little speech bubble popped up over my head with a wavy question mark inside—and the glass penguin got one too! I did a tiny bounce on my orange feet, and the bubble switched to a cheerful musical note.