All at once, his legs didn't want to hold him up.

The arms are all right, but the legs want exercise.

His legs still didn't want to do what he told them to.

His legs wanted to stop, but stopping, he now realized, meant death.

Suddenly, all his legs wanted to do was go some- where close and lie down.

Her legs wanted to collapse, but she forced them to move again.

His legs felt rubbery and didn't want to support him at first.

The attached gray leg still wanted to get the body up.

"When a skull starts talking, my legs want to be some place else."

Her legs wanted to run, but she didn't let them go.