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Golden treasure I contain, Guarded by hundreds and thousands. Stored in a labyrinth where no man walks, Yet men come often to seize my gold. By smoke I am overcome and robbed, then left to build my treasure anew
When the horse strokes the cat, the wood begins to sing.
Always wax, yet always wane: I melt, succumbed to the flame. Lighting darkness, with fate unblest, I soon devolve to shapeless mess.
A building where people and stories are on stage
This thing runs but cannot walk, sometimes sings but never talks. Lacks arms, has hands; lacks a head but has a face.
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?