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Cloud is my mother, wind is my father. What am I?
I go from house to house a messenger small and tight. Whether it rains or snows I sleep outside at night.
You throw away my outside, you cook my inside. Then you eat my outside and you throw away my inside. What am I?
What has no beginning, end, or middle?
I may be made of metal, bone, or wood and have many teeth. My bite hurts no one and the ladies love me. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?