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It rows quickly with four oars but never comes out from under his own roof. What is it?
Attracted by light but flies at night. It's wind and hairy but not too scary. What is it?
What has a coat? Hugs you not in sympathy? Whose smile you'd rather not see? Whose stance is a terrible thing to see? Who is it that brave men run away from? Whose fingers are clawed? Whose sleep lasts for months? And who's company we shunt?
A warrior among the flowers, he bears a thrusting sword. He uses it whenever he must, to defend his golden hoard.
Bumpy form of transportation in desert cultures.
What is always coming but never arrives?