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You seek me out when your hunger's ripe. I sit on four legs and smoke a pipe.
In a tunnel of darkness lies a beast or iron. It can only attack when pulled back. What is it?
The sun bakes me, the hand breaks me, the foot treads on me, and the mouth tastes me. What am I?
I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate, yet I have my own style of music. What am I?
I am needed for most animals and hardcover books
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk