Answer:
The fans of the pied piper's smooth sound who are feared by elephants
Face with a tree, skin like the sea. A great beast I am. Yet vermin frightens me.
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?
The homes of tiny creatures that collect in corners if you aren't vigilant about dusting.
A warrior among the flowers, he bears a thrusting sword. He uses it whenever he must, to defend his golden hoard.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?