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I come without being fetched at night, hide away as soon as daylight strikes. Although I may look small, I am much mightier than what you can imagine. What am I?
I touch the Earth, I touch the sky, but if I touch you, you’ll likely die. What am I?
I spend most of my day eating white. When I am quick enough I get rewarded with fruit and something blue. In a dark room with blue walls I run from the ghosts that roam the halls
If you lose me you may cause people around you to lose me too.
I am a type of cheese made backwards
For our ambrosia we were blessed, By Jupiter, with a sting of death. Though our might, to some is jest, We have quelled the dragon's breath. Who are we?