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I have a pouch like a kangaroo but I live in trees and eat eucalyptus leaves. What am I?
Black and scary, small and hairy. In the night you hear it preach, Through its noisy high pitched screech.
Though desert men once called me God, today men call me mad. For I wag my tail when I am angry. And growl when I am glad.
I move very slowly and carry my house on my back. What am I?
What can provide food before it is alive, while it is alive and after it's dead?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?