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The sun bakes them, the hand breaks them, the foot treads on them, and the mouth tastes them.
Without a bridle, or a saddle, across a thing I ride a-straddle. And those I ride, by help of me, though almost blind, are made to see.
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
You can tumble in it, roll in it, burn it, animal eat it. Used to cover floors, still used beyond stall doors. Freshens whatever it is placed on. Absorbs whatever is poured into it.
It is a sound of empty, speak and it'll talk back plenty. But all the more you yack, you'll get the same words back.
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?
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Animal
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Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?