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Walk on the living, they donβt even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?
I am drawn by everyone without pen or pencil. What am I?
I'm really blue but when you see me I'm red. You don't see me too often. I'm there for you if you're hurt.
I have to be broken before I can be used
Only one color, but not one size. Stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies. Present in sun, but not in rain; doing no harm, and feeling no pain. What am I?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.