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I run around the streets all day. Under the bed or by the door I sit at night never alone. my tongue hangs out waiting to be fed during the day.
Soft hairy from door to door. I am the pet that always stays on the floor.
Sometimes dark and sometimes bright, I make my way among twinkling lights. Seas and oceans obey my call, yet mountains I cannot move at all. What am I?
Fatherless and Motherless, born without sin. Roared when it entered the world, And never spoke again.
What room do ghosts avoid?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?