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The eight of us go forth not back to protect our king from a foe's attack. What are we?
Each morning I appear to lie at your feet, all day I follow no matter how fast you run. Yet I nearly perish in the midday sun.
What goes up and down but never moves?
It belongs to you, but other people use it more than you do. What is it?
Sometimes you feel it weigh a ton. Yet it is nothing, but somehow still there. Makes you uncomfortable around anyone, But speak its name and it's gone.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?