Answer:
I look at you you look at me I raise my right you raise your left.
My keepers feed me colored balls. With sticks they store on my den walls. Sometimes I store them in my pouch. Sometimes deep in my belly; ouch!
I row quickly with four oars but never comes out from under my own roof.
A little pool with two layers of wall around it. One white and soft and the other dark and hard, amidst a light brown grassy lawn with an outline of a green grass. What am I?
I am a path between high natural masses; remove the first letter to get a path between man-made masses.
Why was the cook arrested?