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Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust.
Face with a tree skin like the sea. A great beast I am. Yet vermin frightens me.
People buy me to eat but never eat me. What am I?
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?
I'm not a bird, but I can fly through the sky. I'm not a river, but I'm full of water. What am I?
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk