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Four fingers and a thumb, yet flesh and blood I have none. What am I?
Soft, hairy, from door to door. I am the pet that always stays on the floor. What am I?
Tear me off and scratch my head what once red is now black.
I am as hard as metal, yet as flimsy as glass. I shine like a star, yet I am only a rock. What am I?
Weight in my belly, trees on my back, nails in my ribs, feet I do lack. What am I?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?