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My life can be measured in hours, I serve by being devoured. Thin, I am quick. Fat, I am slow. Wind is my foe.
As I walked along the path I saw something with four fingers and one thumb, but it was not flesh, fish, bone or fowl.
A seed am I, three letters make my name. Take away two and I still sound the same.
What has a head, a tail, is brown, and has no legs?
In Paris but not in France, the thinnest of its siblings.
What do you call a skeleton that makes you laugh and giggle when youβre sad?