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You seek it out, when your hunger is ripe. It sits on four legs, and smokes a pipe.
Voiceless it cries, wingless flutters, toothless bites, mouthless mutters.
My first master has four legs, my second master has two. My first I serve in life, my second I serve in death. Tough I am, yet soft beside. Against ladies cheeks I often reside.
What can you put in a barrel to make it lighter?
Double my number, I'm less than a score. Half of my number is less than four. Add one to my double when bakers are near. Days of the week are still greater, I fear.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?