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Lighter than what I am made of, More of me is hidden Than is seen.
Thirty white horses on a red hill, first they champ, then they stamp, then they stand still.
What is neither inside the house nor outside the house but a necessity for any home?
My voice is tender, my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go, I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say.
This only turns over once you have travelled very far. What is it?
If all Wibbles are Criggles, all Borkins are Kwumblins, no Hoggles are Borkins, and all Criggles are Borkins, is it true that all Borkins are Criggles?