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I have wings but I'm not a bird. I'm fuzzy and buzz around flowers. I make something sweet. What am I?
What has a coat? Hugs you not in sympathy? Whose smile you'd rather not see? Whose stance is a terrible thing to see? Who is it that brave men run away from? Whose fingers are clawed? Whose sleep lasts for months? And who's company we shunt?
A warrior among the flowers, he bears a thrusting sword. He uses it whenever he must, to defend his golden hoard.
Black and scary, small and hairy. In the night you hear it preach, Through its noisy high pitched screech.
I am a mammal that lives in the sea. I have flippers and am known for my intelligence. What am I?
You use it between your head and your toes, the more it works the thinner it grows.