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I am a pretty one, fluttering in the pale blue sky. Delicate, fragile on the wing, indeed I am a pretty thing. What am I?
When you take away the whole from me, there is always some left. What am I?
My second is performed by my first. A thief by the marks of my whole might be caught. What am I?
Six legs two heads two hands one long nose. Yet I use only four legs Wherever I go.
I am what no man ever yet did see, which never was, but always is to be. What am I?
How can you throw a ball as hard as you can, to only have it come back to you, even if it doesnβt bounce off anything?