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I am the home for feathery animals.
I run around the streets all day. Under the bed or by the door I sit at night, never alone. My tongue hangs out, waiting to be fed during the day. What am I?
Face with a tree skin like the sea. A great beast I am. Yet vermin frightens me.
What can be cracked before it's used?
I'll bring out your bulls and slow your roll. I may even come out of your skull.
Why was the cook arrested?