A Cool Green Glass

I waddled forward, one tiny shuffle at a time, toward a shiny round glass resting on the tabletop. It had tiny clear drops running down its side. I paused, tilting my head, then reached out my flipper to gently touch the smooth surface. Ooh... it felt so delightfully chilled. When I gave it a soft nudge, the condensation left a little wet streak right where my flipper rested. I stepped around it carefully, admiring how cleanly the room reflected across the curve.