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It can be in a hat, Or out of the bag. If you see it you'll be smitten, 'Cause it's fluffy like a mitten.
Black and scary, small and hairy. In the night you hear it preach, Through its noisy high pitched screech.
I have a mane like a horse but stripes like a zebra. What am I?
You're gonna need a bigger boat to go after one of these toothy hunters.
I am slow and carry my house wherever I go but I am not a turtle. I leave a slimy trail behind me. What am I?
What begins and has no end? What is the ending of all that begins?