A Tap on the Sign

Stiff neck. Then... not stiff. I blinked, rolled my shoulder, and flexed my gloved fingers. Free. Just like that. My yellow feet tapped against the blank white ground. Solid enough. Up in the top corner, that bold, curved sign was hanging with its thick green outline. Looked almost bolted to the air. I strolled underneath, tilted my beak up, and gave the lower loop of the nearest letter a light nudge with my knuckle. No latches, no hinges. Just firmly set in place. Fair enough. I stepped back, let my arms hang easy, and took in the view.