A Polite Bow

W-w-well, goodness! My feet actually tapped against the white ground when I leaned forward. I-I tried to clear my th-throat—make a sound—and an honest squeak popped out! Glancing down, I spotted a tiny, crisp little word printed in the bottom corner. I carefully leaned lower to tap the edge of the lettering with my toe to see if it was wet ink. It stayed perfectly in place, and so did I. Everything is surprisingly tidy, and I can actually move!