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A muttered rumble was heard from the pen, and I, in my walking stopped to look in. What was this I saw? A massive beast, hoofed, and jawed. With spikes upon its mighty brow, I watched as he struck the turf and prowled. And yet for all of his magnificence, he couldn't get out of that wooden fence.
Everyone has it and no one can lose it, what is it?
A building where people and stories are on stage
What asks but never answers?
Sharp and long, flag of the world. What is it?
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?