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For our ambrosia we were blessed, By Jupiter, with a sting of death. Though our might, to some is jest, We have quelled the dragon's breath. Who are we?
I'm carried by mad animals. What am I?
I'm known as the king of the jungle and have a magnificent mane. What am I?
This noble creature has the embarrassing inability to get up once it's been flipped onto its back.
Slithery critters with a taste for dirt.
What goes up the hill and down the hill, And spite of all, yet stand still?