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I am slow and carry my house wherever I go but I am not a turtle. I leave a slimy trail behind me. What am I?
I am small and green and hop around. I start my life with a tail but lose it as I grow. What am I?
What scientists might call your pooch.
For our ambrosia we were blessed, By Jupiter, with a sting of death. Though our might, to some is jest, We have quelled the dragon's breath. Who are we?
It is a cat but not a kitty, You'll never catch on in a city. Its fangs are huge and so its claws, A death machine with paws and jaws. In its own way a royal fellow, Striped with black and clothed in yellow
You kick me, you punch me, and you beat me up all class. When you leave, you don't even say thanks for allowing you to beat me up. What am I?