A Soft Flutter
A tiny blink... then another. My flipper... it moved when I thought about it. Oh. The big white paper right next to me says '3 2 1 Fight!'. But I do not want to fight. I took one cautious, waddling step forward on the carpet. My flipper reached out... very gently tapping the lower corner of the paper sign. It wobbled just a little. I am really standing here.