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Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust.
Stealthy as a shadow in the dead of night, cunning but affectionate if given a bite. Never owned but often loved. At my sport considered cruel, but that's because you never know me at all.
As I walked along the path I saw something with four fingers and one thumb, but it was not flesh, fish, bone or fowl.
I have it, I donβt share it. If I share it, I donβt have it. What is it?
A leathery snake, with a stinging bite. I'll stay coiled up, unless I must fight.
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.