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The 8 of us go forth and not back to protect our king from a foe's attack. What am I?
I am a sharp looking horse with a flaxen tail. The longer I run the shorter my tail becomes.
Wind and cord combine, buzzing in the box. In all this we find, though to some the use is lost. What am I?
I have six faces but not even one body connected, 21 eyes in total but cannot see. What am I?
What do you get when you cross a cow with a trampoline?
Which popular cheese is made backwards?