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They made me a mouth, but didn't give me breath. Water gives me life, but the sun brings me death.
It breathes fire in fairy-tales
A man without bones whose flesh is cold. A man unthinking who is always shrinking. Who is he?
Buzzing and bumbling is all we do, we fly from one plant to another and may be noisy, but hey, we are busy making sweet treat that is oh so sugary.
I am used in most sports, have four holes, come in many different colors and there is a state that shares my name.
Dark, feathery, and popular in Baltimore and fantasy books.