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A pony trots his way through the world on these.
Known as a great deceiver, It is evil's incarnation, Once used for veneration, The root of all procreation. All you can do is shiver, When it begins to slither.
How a big, hibernating mammal would show affection.
I'm carried by mad animals. What am I?
A nutcracker up in a tree
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?