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First you see me in the grass dressed in yellow gay; next I am in dainty white, then I fly away. What am I?
What time of day, when written in a capital letters, is the same forwards, backwards, and upside down?
I am the kind of dog that chases anything red.
With pointed fangs I sit and wait; with piercing force I crunch out fate; grabbing victims, proclaiming might; physically joining with a single bite. What am I?
What is the saddest fruit?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?