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Without a bridle, or a saddle, across a thing I ride a-straddle. And those I ride, by help of me, though almost blind, are made to see. What am I?
You went into the woods and got me. You sat down to seek me. You brought me home because you couldn't find me.
I am an instrument capable of making numerous sound but cannot be touched or seen.
I go up, let out a load and then go back down. What am I?
I am heavy forward but backward I'm not.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?