First Step on the Plain
The ground beneath my paws felt soft and uneven. I stayed motionless, scanning the expanse. Ahead sat two rigid machines, silent and still. I lifted my right foreleg. It moved smoothly. I shifted my weight forward and touched the sleek rear bumper of the small yellow car. It yielded slightly under my paw, rolling a fraction of an inch into the fibers. The perimeter is clear. I hold my position.