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I am made of wood but can't be sawed? What am I?
You throw away my outside you cook my inside. Then you eat my outside and you throw away my inside.
Break me and I am better, immediately set and harder to be broken again. What am I?
It rows quickly with four oars but never comes out from under its own roof. What is it?
No legs have I to dance, no lungs have I to breathe. No life have I to live or die, and yet I do all three. What am I?
I break away from my pack. I create holes in my victims. I can travel for miles and then disappear. I am part of a dying breed. What am I?