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The more you take of me the more you leave behind.
The more of me you take, the more I appear behind you. What am I?
I can be hairy and itchy all over. I can be the scariest thing you have ever seen. I stand in the middle of nowhere, hanging on a stick. What am I?
I begin with the letter βiβ, if you add βaβ in front of me, I become a new word with a different meaning, but still sounds exactly the same. What word am I?
Cloud is my mother, wind is my father. What am I?
What gets broken if itβs not kept?