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In all the world, none can compare, to this tiny weaver, his deadly cloth so silky and fair.
What is that which, while it lives, constantly changes its habit, that is buried before it is dead, and whose tomb is valued wherever it is found?
These animals hang out in the mist.
How a big, hibernating mammal would show affection.
What has a horn but does not honk?
What is full of holes but still holds water?