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My full powers come when my makers are dead. I await a heavy hat to put on my head. What am I?
I am a sharp looking horse with a flaxen tail. The longer I run the shorter my tail becomes.
I am so delicate that even mentioning me breaks me. What am I?
I am an odd number. Take away one letter and I become even. What number am I?
What jumps when it walks, but sits when it stands?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?