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I am the kind of food monkey likes and people slip on me and fall in cartoons.
I'm at the head of an elephant and at the tail of a squirrel
I am a rock group with four members. All dead one was assassinated.
Oh lord! I am not worthy! I bend my limbs to the ground. I cry yet without a sound. Let me drink of waters deep. And in silence I will weep.
You throw me away, I find my way back. Traditionally, I'm wooden with an arch in my back. What am I?
Why was the cook arrested?