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A man without bones whose flesh is cold. A man unthinking who is always shrinking. Who is he?
Don't forget to do this before blowing out the candles.
A white field, and when it is plowed, its soil is black.
I am green and ugly and come out at night with a crumple old broom. Who am I?
Its fleece is warm and wooly white. And when you lie awake at night, count it and you'll fall asleep. What is it?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?