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A man went to a place on thursday on his horse, he came back 3 days later on thursday how is this possible?
With pointed fangs it sits in wait. With piercing force it doles out fate, over bloodless victims proclaiming its might. Eternally joining in a single bite.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?
What can you put in a barrel to make it lighter?
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
I am a animal that is cute but dangerous, what am I?