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In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?
You throw away my outside, you cook my inside. Then you eat my outside and you throw away my inside. What am I?
Long and thin red within with a nail at the end.
I dig out tiny caves and store gold and silver in them. I also build bridges of silver and make crowns of gold. Sooner or later everybody needs my help yet many people are afraid to let me help them.
I am flora, not fauna. I am foliage, not trees. I am shrubbery, not grass. What am I?
hey are producers of pies and burgers and are great for tipping.