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As I walked along the path I saw something with four fingers and one thumb, but it was not flesh, fish, bone or fowl.
When the horse strokes the cat, the wood begins to sing.
Flat as a leaf, round as a ring. Has two eyes, can't see a thing.
Iron roof, glass walls, burns and burns and never falls.
What can stand in place of a country but still fold away in a drawer?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?