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I love to twist and dance. Though wingless I fly high up into the sky.
I run up and down the stairs without moving
I am flora, not fauna. I am foliage, not trees. I am shrubbery, not grass. What am I?
My keepers feed me colored balls. With sticks they store on my den walls. Sometimes I store them in my pouch. Sometimes deep in my belly; ouch!
What can fill a room but takes up no space?
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.