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I am a tool for fairies.
Crooked as a rainbow and slick as a plate, ten thousand horses can't pull me straight. What am I?
Lives in winter, dies in summer, and grows with its roots upward. What is it?
I am a celebrity fish.
What is put on a table cut but never eaten?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?