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What goes through towns and over hills but never moves?
*forward* *backwards*is what I do all day. I come in all different shapes and sizes. I can be scary and I can calm you down.
I fly when I'm on and float coming off.
You can drop me from the tallest building and I’ll be fine, but if you drop me in water I die. What am I?
My voice is tender, my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go, I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say. What am I?
Why was the cook arrested?