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I go from house to house a messenger small and tight. Whether it rains or snows I sleep outside at night.
I am easy to see but no one likes looking at me. Without me there would be no you. I can make you complain or make you happy. But you almost always take me for-granted.
My first is second in line; I send shivers up your spine; not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
I went into the woods and got it. I sat down to seek it. I brought it home with me because I couldn’t find it. What is it?
I am a king who's good at measuring stuff.
For our ambrosia we were blessed, By Jupiter, with a sting of death. Though our might, to some is jest, We have quelled the dragon's breath. Who are we?