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I have two hands but cannot clap
In your fire you hear me scream, creaking and whining, yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
Round like a dishpan and smaller than a bathtub. But the ocean can't fill it. What is it?
What is the smallest bridge in the world?
My sides are firmly laced about, Yet nothing is withinΝΎ You'll think my head is strange indeed, Being nothing else but skin.
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?