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Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk
When set loose I fly away. Never so cursed as when I go astray.
What tastes better than it smells?
A word I know, six letters it contains. Subtract just one and twelve remains.
A circle of stones, never in rows. Stacked one on the other, mystery it sows. What is it?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?