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Although my cow is dead, I still beat her What a racket she makes.
Bold are the first; true are the second; playful are the third; clever are the fourth; forceful are the fifth.
Always old, sometimes new. Never sad, sometimes blue. Never empty, sometimes full. Never pushes, always pulls.
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
Different lights do make me strange, thus into different sizes I will change.
Why was the cook arrested?