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Now, you might ask what I’m doing nowa-

days. After Vesalius died, my remains were

forgotten for a short time. I had the company

of the other skeletons, though, but sometimes

they got a little annoying, talking about who

had the biggest femur and whatnot. Eventual-

ly, we were all taken, with some of us put into

museums, while others were treasures of pri-

vate families. That’s where I ended up--Some

rich family’s dining room. Luckily, their kid

unbound me from the metal rod I was stuck

to and I made my escape. So, now I roam the

earth, using my spare time to spook people

of all ages. Recently, I found some old copies

of Vesalius’s notes and that’s when I decided

to write my story. It was brief, but I hope you

enjoyed it.

FIN.