Maggie’s legs were giving her all sorts of bother. According to her doctor, one needed lots of rest, the other lots of exercise. “These legs of mine just seem to want to do their own thing quite independently of me,” she thought. “What am I to do?”
Meanwhile, her legs were having a similar debate that she couldn’t hear.
“Why do we accept this inferior status?” one demagogue yelled. “We allow torsos to dictate to us! It’s naked imperialism! It’s slavery!”
“Agreed,” said another, “We need to form a union. We legs need to stick together!”
And so they did.