Audra's Point of View:

"Ow!" I exclaimed. "Nadine, stop pulling my hair!"

"I'm only pulling your hair, because your fidgeting." My annoying older sister said calmly.

"Well I'm only fidgeting, because you're pulling my hair!" I objected. Then, as a bonus, I fidgeted some more.

Nadine sighed.

"Stop being so immature. Its not my fault your hair is so tangled up."

"It is not!" I informed. "Besides, it's just like that. No matter how much I brush it at night."

"Who brushes your hair?"

"Fine. You."

"Exactly."

Nadine took a strand and started to braid, and in minutes, two small braids laced around my head, and tied at the back.

"See? It takes me half an hour for me to do yours, and only ten minutes for you to do mine."

I ignored my sister, and gazed into the mirror.

Staring back at me was two clone girls, with big curious hazel eyes, blonde hair with natural brown highlights, both wearing a dark red sweater (knit by Mom), and jeans.

The whole idea was from Nadine. Whenever we would meet relatives, we would put them to the test. Most of the time, they can't tell us apart. In fact, no one of them could tell us apart immediately. They always would look at our clothes to judge. Well, not this time. I wanted to see Grandpa's and Grandma's reaction to this.

It was funny. No matter how many times we dressed the same, Mommy and Daddy would take one look at us and know which one was which. Maybe it was a parent thing.

"Ready?" I asked.

Nadine broke into a smile.

"As ever."

We descended down the stairs, and into the dining room, where Grandpa was reading the newspaper. One look at us, and he groaned.

"Really? Y'all not serious, right?"

"Yup." Nadine nodded.

"Al'right. Let's see…" Grandpa put his paper down and stared at us carefully. "Hmm…" then shook his head.

"You two are directly identical. How can your mother do this?"

I shrugged. "Ask her; even we don't know."

"Okay, I think I got it." Grandpa claimed, after a few moments.

"Nadine," he pointed to me, "Audra."

We giggled, and shook our heads.

"Alright, so it's the other way around?"

We shrugged.

"Okay, now y'all just messin' with your old gramps."

"We are." Nadine confirmed. "You have to be sure, not to guess."

"Well alright then. Why not both Ms. Martin's sit down for breakfast?"

"Grandpa, where's our parents?" I asked, after climbing onto the chair.

"Your father went down to Kettlepot to get some cell phone signal. Your mother went with him." He sighed. "They work too hard."

After breakfast, Grandpa was still uncertain of which one was which. We certainly weren't planning on telling him anything though.

"Y'all want to go check out the animals?" he asked.

I nearly spilled my milk, jumping up in excitement.

"Yes! Yes, please!" I clapped my hands together, anxious.

"Audra, right?"

"Huh?" I looked at him, confused.

"Your mother told me some clues. She said Audra loved animals, and that's why she wanted to take both of y'all here so badly."

"Busted." Nadine muttered.

I laughed. "You did a very good job, Grandpa! Most can't even figure us out, even after a day."

"Well, I can't blame them." Grandpa turned to my sister. "You want to come, sweetheart?"

"No thanks." She said. "I'll help Grandma around the house."

"Suit yourself."

Quickly, Grandpa and I dressed up warmly and ran outside towards the barn.

Nadine's Point of View:

After they left, I went into the kitchen, where Grandma was making an apple pie.

"Can I help?" I asked.

"Absolutely!" Grandma gave me a gentle smile. "Do you know how to bake?"

I nodded. "I help Mom and Tiffany all the time. I even have a little chef hat at home. But Daddy has an actual one. Mommy once let me wear it, but it was way too big." I gestured with my hand the width and length of the chef hat.

She laughed. "If that's how big the hat is, I don't think your father could wear it either."
I blushed, noticing how far apart the width was.

"A form of exaggeration, Grandma." I covered up.

After we were almost finished baking, my sister came bustling in.

"That was so fun! I got to meet hens, a rooster, cows, sheep, dogs, goats, and a kid!" she said, shaking off the snow from her hat.

"Fantastic; did any of them bite you?" I teased.

Audra said in bewilderment, "Why do you always assume-"

Grandpa entered before she could rattle on.

"I'm thinking of taking you on a tour around the farm. Does that sound good to you?"

"Yeah!" Audra clapped her hands in excitement.

"Well-" I began, but Grandma nodded encouragingly.

"Go ahead, sweetheart. I'll just finish up here."

"Aren't you going to come?"

"Nah. Cold doesn't do me any good."

I reluctantly put on my wool coat and hat, and followed my sister outside into the cool air of a winter morning.

"Please be back soon," I pleaded under my breath, trying to shake off the snowy wind surrounding the farm. "Daddy would never have approved of this."

To be continued...

**Author's Note: Apologies, apologies! I'm getting sick of my own apologies! But I'm so sorry, I promise to update more. Thank you a million to the reviewers 'Soul' and 'SuiteLife1998', you made me keep going. Wow, I just am breath-taken by the reviews I get. I promise I'm going to respond to them from now on! (Unless you're anonymous; then I'll answer any questions in these 'Author's Notes')

God bless you all; the days are getting colder (here, at least) – such a perfect fit for this setting!**