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It flies around all day but never goes anywhere? What is it?
Walk on the living, they donβt even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?
I can climb mountains, cross streams, handle hundreds of feet each day, yet I never move. What am I?
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as my flesh but my heart is made of stone.
I am the kind of a tree that is carried in your hand. What am I?
This crisp stick-shaped roll is often enjoyed with soup or marinara sauce.