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you hold my tail while I fish for you
I break away from my pack. I create holes in my victims. I can travel for miles and then disappear. I am part of a dying breed. What am I?
My voice is tender my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say.
If lightning strikes an orchestra, who is most likely to get hit?
I only exist when you are here. Where you never were I can never be.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?