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I run over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night I sit not alone. My tongue hangs out, up and to the rear, awaiting to be filled in the morning
Used to yell in a text.
When set loose I fly away. Never so cursed as when I go astray
Why did the squirrel swim on itβs back?
What do grateful, thankful, wonderful and joyful have all in common?
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?