The Golden Spoon Mirror

My tiny feet marched right across the dark wood, following a bright little glimmer. A polished golden spoon was resting across a ceramic saucer. I trotted over and leaned down close. My whole snout reflected right back, all shiny and delightfully round! I gave a cheerful wiggle, and the round pig in the spoon wiggled too. I nudged the handle with my chin, sending a gentle clink across the morning air.