A Ripple on the Plastic

A tiny tickle ran through my tail fin. I gave it a soft, experimental flutter—and water swirled right around me! I really moved! Drifting forward, my mouth lightly tapped against the smooth, transparent wall of my cup. Through the clear curve, I spotted two still companions resting quietly in their own cups right beside me. I tilted slightly, bubbling with warmth, and settled proudly atop my little grey stone.