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I plow and plow but never sow.
I run around the streets all day. Under the bed or by the door I sit at night never alone. my tongue hangs out waiting to be fed during the day.
My voice is tender, my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go, I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say. What am I?
Where I am there is no south, west, nor east, and weather is not fit for man or beast. What am I?
I come without being fetched at night, hide away as soon as daylight strikes. Although I may look small, I am much mightier than what you can imagine. What am I?
What made Cyclops quit teaching?