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What is the sun’s favorite day of the week?
I love to dance and twist and prance. I shake my tail, as away I sail. Wingless I fly into the sky.
Words come out of it, aligned in perfect silence. A messenger of black on white, a slinky fellow drawing lines, of thin and soft graphite
What's at the head of an elephant and at the tail of a squirrel?
Poorly behaved children often find themselves sitting in these.
Why was the cook arrested?