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A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky. Atop a tender strand, rising from the land, until killed by maiden's hand. Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.
What do you use to hoe a row, slay a foe, and wring with woe?
Brown I am and much admired; many horses have I tried; tire a horse and worry a man; tell me this riddle if you can.
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
What is that over the head and under the hat?
Why was the cook arrested?