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It can be in a hat, Or out of the bag. If you see it you'll be smitten, 'Cause it's fluffy like a mitten.
Stealthy as a shadow in the dead of night, cunning but affectionate if given a bite. Never owned but often loved. At my sport considered cruel, but that's because you never know me at all.
It's small but larger than a bee, And agile as a flea. It humms but does not buzz, And it's not covered with fuzz. It is a small collector, Of juicy flower nectar.
I am orange with black stripes and known for my fierce roar. What am I?
I can change color to match my surroundings and I can move my eyes in different directions at the same time. What am I?
Why was the cook arrested?