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I break away from my pack. I create holes in my victims. I can travel for miles and then disappear. I am part of a dying breed. What am I?
What can you catch but not throw?
You bind me and I walk. You loosen me and I stop. What am I?
A little pool with two layers of wall around it. One white and soft and the other dark and hard, amidst a light brown grassy lawn with an outline of a green grass. What am I?
What's orange and sounds like a parrot?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?