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When I am caught, I am thrown away. When I escape, you itch all day. What am I?
I am lighter than air but a hundred people cannot lift me. Careful! I am fragile!
I am ten little beans your look at everyday.
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?
What has a neck but no head?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?