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When I am caught, I am thrown away. When I escape, you itch all day. What am I?
I think you live beneath a roof that is upheld by me; I think you seldom walk abroad but my fair form you see; I close you in on every side you very dwelling pave and probably I'll go with you At last into the grave.
I make a loud noise when changing jacket. I become bigger and delicious.
I can be hairy and itchy all over. I can be the scariest thing you have ever seen. I stand in the middle of nowhere, hanging on a stick. What am I?
Forward I am heavy backward I am not. What am I?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?