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You bind me and I walk. You loosen me and I stop. What am I?
With pointed fangs I sit and wait; with piercing force I crunch out fate; grabbing victims, proclaiming might; physically joining with a single bite. What am I?
Cloud is my mother. Wind is my father. I come down but never go up. What am I?
I make a loud noise when changing jacket. I become bigger and delicious.
I'm sometimes white but most often I'm black. I take you there but never bring you back.
Lynn likes grapes but not potatoes. She likes squash but not lettuce, and she likes peas but not onions. Following the same rule, will she like pumpkins or apples?