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In the sun I like to play; in the rain I goes away; walk or run I always follow; in the mud I always wallow.
I'm an old relative who's hand's can't hold anything and eyes canβt see anything
Weight in my belly, trees on my back, nails in my ribs, feet I do lack. What am I?
I am needed for most animals and hardcover books
Wind and cord combine, buzzing in the box. In all this we find, though to some the use is lost. What am I?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?