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Hold the tail, while I fish for you.
My head bobs lazily in the sun. You think I'm cute. For my face is yellow my hair is white and my body is green.
I count time, but have no end. Tick tick, but I am not a clock. What am I?
I am a box that holds keys without locks, yet they can unlock your soul.
It's equally comfortable in an orchestra and a geometry textbook. What is it?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?