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Words come out of it, aligned in perfect silence. A messenger of black on white, a slinky fellow drawing lines, of thin and soft graphite
What gets whiter the dirtier that it gets?
I travel with deer all over the world and make the night special for all boys and girls. I happily drink milk and eat your cookies and then I give you all sorts of goodies. Who am I?
You give it to your daddy, you give to your mommy, you give it to your sister and your brother and even give it to Fido and Lassie. If they give it back to you, then you both have one. You also have an unlimited supply. What is it?
From tree to tree it jumps and it swings and this furry little fella likes fruits, nuts and seeds. And sometimes people say to βstop βusβ-ing around.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?