Double Trouble

I was cruising along the baseboard when bam—an intruder! Another round, orange fellow was staring straight back at me from the tall glass leaning against the wall. Same stem. Same jagged grin. Naturally, I rocked left to size him up—and he rocked right with me! Perfect timing. I leaned back, gathered speed, and bumped forward—clink! Our noses tapped against the cool, glossy glass. A mirror! Ha! Not a rival after all, just my very own elite stunt double. I spent the next five minutes rocking back and forth, putting on a synchronized championship routine.