The Mirror Nemesis

An evil clone? Please, I decided to test that out the second I woke up! I marched right over to the base of the big standing mirror on the floor and locked eyes with my sinister twin. Armed with a plastic bread-bag clip clamped onto my hand like a spiked shield, I dropped into a fierce battle stance. He matched every single twitch, horn for horn, glare for glare! I lunged forward with a wild battle squeak, but he lunged right back at the exact same instant, tapping my plastic clip against the cool glass. Deadlock! The only way to defeat such villainy was a sudden, hyper-speed slapstick routine—I threw my head back and stuck my tongue out, and the copycat cracked before I did!