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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?
Which bird does not belong in this group? Finch, gull, eagle, ostrich, or sparrow?
These animals hang out in the mist.
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?
When I'm metal or wood, I help you get home. When I'm flesh and I'm blood. In the darkness I roam.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.