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I am a mother from a family of eight. I spin around all day despite my weight. Had a ninth sibling before founding out it was fake. What am I?
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?
I sleep by day, I fly by night. I have no feathers to aid my flight. What am I?
I have no wallet but I pay my way. I travel the world but in a corner I stay. What am I?
The more of me there is the less you see.
What made Cyclops quit teaching?