A Curious Reflection

My toes tapped a lively beat across the polished hardwood floor toward a small wooden box sitting beneath the low bookshelf. Propped against its side was a shiny, handheld mirror. When I drew closer, another red face with two wide, staring eyes suddenly popped up right in front of me! Chirp! My leaf snapped upright in shock. I leaned left—the other leaf leaned left. I tilted my pointed nose forward until it bumped against the cold, smooth glass with a soft clink. It was me! I gave a firm nod, admiring how tall and sturdy my leaf stood.