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It is able to speak because it has a hard gone. You know what it is as soon as it has sung. What is it?
When the horse strokes the cat, the wood begins to sing.
A hole leading in, a hole leading out, we connect to a cavern that is slimy all throughout. What are we?
Whatβs black in the morning, red in the afternoon, and white at night?
What is round as a dishpan, deep as a tub, and still the oceans couldn't fill it up?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?