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I am a mother from a family of eight. I spin around all day despite my weight. Had a ninth sibling before founding out it was fake. What am I?
I am the home for feathery animals.
In my yard there's a bed with no pillows a trunk with no clothes a branch with no leaves. What am I looking at?
I have a little house in which I live all alone. My house has no doors or windows and if I want to go out I must break through the wall.
They come out at night without being called. They are lost in the day without being stolen. What are they?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?