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It can be in a hat, Or out of the bag. If you see it you'll be smitten, 'Cause it's fluffy like a mitten.
I am a bird but I cannot fly. I'm the fastest runner of all birds. What am I?
Black and scary, small and hairy. In the night you hear it preach, Through its noisy high pitched screech.
I come in many colors, some are blue and white. While some people annoy me, I am not much for the fight. I live where people rarely tread, but you will find me close to bed. What am I?
In all the world, none can compare, to this tiny weaver, his deadly cloth so silky and fair.
A man goes out in heavy rain with nothing to protect him from it. His hair doesn't get wet. How does he do that?