Answer:
My voice is tender my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say.
I break away from my pack. I create holes in my victims. I can travel for miles and then disappear. I am part of a dying breed. What am I?
Canine children.
Tool of thief, toy of queen. Always used to be unseen. Sign of joy, sign of sorrow. Giving all likeness borrowed.
Find me on body builders or in the drink aisle. What am I?
What language does a billboard speak?
What am I?
Animal
Difficult
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic