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White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
Do you know what you can hold without ever touching it?
They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own. What are they?
I dig out tiny caves and store gold and silver in them. I also build bridges of silver and make crowns of gold. They are the smallest you could imagine. Sooner or later everybody needs my help. Yet many people are afraid to let me help them.
What five-letter word becomes shorter when you add two more letters?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?