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A muttered rumble was heard from the pen, and I, in my walking stopped to look in. What was this I saw? A massive beast, hoofed, and jawed. With spikes upon its mighty brow, I watched as he struck the turf and prowled. And yet for all of his magnificence, he couldn't get out of that wooden fence.
A building where people and stories are on stage
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams, my merest touch brings laughter
What is often returned, but never borrowed/
Twigs and spheres and poles and plates. Join and bind to reason make.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?