Groupie and Droopie

Groupie saw Droopie and was amazed once again. He looks like my twin! He yelled. He looks like my twin! They were blowfish in a fishbowl, altogether numbering two. One was light green, the other one was a lovely light blue. How do I know which one I am? Groupie asked his mother. Do you feel like yourself? Or grandma or your brother? I feel like Droopie, maybe I am him, Groupie said. “No, I am Droopie,” Droopies said, swimming fast, overhead.