Answer:
I store fire-breathing animals.
I fly when I'm born. I lie when I'm alive. I run when I'm dead. What am I?
I mean goodbye for South Americans.
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as my flesh, but my heart is made of stone. What am I?
The warmer I am, the fresher I am. What am I?
I am a animal that is cute but dangerous, what am I?