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I am the kind of ant that's good at math.
I am used to bat with, yet I never get a hit. I am near a ball, yet never thrown. What am I?
Flat as a leaf, round as a ring; have two eyes, can't see a thing. What am I?
I am sometimes referred to as chips
I am in truth a yellow fork from tables in the sky by inadvertent fingers dropped the awful cutlery. Of mansions never quite disclosed and never quite concealed the apparatus of the dark to ignorance revealed.
I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers. And crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me.