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There is a creature of God whose body is hardΝΎ it does not wish to eat unless you strike its head.
I'm not man's best friend, I'm their enemy, I can mark your end, yet you do not see me, I am very small, but very tough, If you have me, then you have it rough.
A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground. It holds pale gems of blue.
As beautiful as the setting sun, as delicate as the morning dew. An angel's dusting from the stars. That can turn the Earth into a frosted moon.
Thirty white horses on a red hill, first they champ, then they stamp, then they stand still.
I am rarely touched but often held. If you are smart you'll use me well. What am I?