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I come without being fetched at night, hide away as soon as daylight strikes. Although I may look small, I am much mightier than what you can imagine. What am I?
Cloud is my mother, wind is my father. What am I?
What three letters change a boy into a man?
I am in truth a yellow fork from tables in the sky by inadvertent fingers dropped the awful cutlery. Of mansions never quite disclosed and never quite concealed the apparatus of the dark to ignorance revealed.
What is the most slipperiest country in the world?
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?