A Slight Turn

The air was quiet. Beneath my front paws, rows of round studs lined up with satisfying precision. I waited a moment, studying the room before testing anything. Then, slowly, I tilted my head to the left. The motion was smooth and entirely my own. Beside me stood an upright green plate with identical studs. I extended one paw and pressed against a single green stud, confirming its firm grip. I am able to move. Satisfied with the order of things, I settled my weight evenly back onto the grid.