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I am carried by mad animals.
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 am an instrument capable of making numerous sounds but cannot be touched or seen. What am I?
I can be swallowed, but I can also swallow you. What am I?
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.
What made Cyclops quit teaching?