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I run around the streets all day. Under the bed or by the door I sit at night, never alone. My tongue hangs out, waiting to be fed during the day. What am I?
Little Nancy Etticote in a white petticoat. With a red nose; the longer she stands the shorter she grows.
Until I am measured, I am not known. Yet, how you miss me when I have flown. What Am I?
I go through a door but never go in, and never come out. What am I?
Tear me off and scratch my head, what once was red is black instead. What am I?
I am owned by Old McDonald.