“Hi beauty! Push! Try sticking out more.” The thighbone shouted.
“I’m trying.” The Clavicle barked but pushed with all her might.
“You’re the beauty bone, it seems. Thanks to you, our human has stopped consuming
Milk, rather, any dairy products.” The kneecap lamented.
“Just milk? She has cut down on everything, compromising vitamins, health, and nutrition.” Cried the Humerus.
“Oh, the pain. We are getting weaker by the day. So dear Collar and neck bones, make yourselves more visible, so she stops starving.” The shoulder bone begged.
“Is her obsession to look thinner my fault?” The clavicle jutted out.
