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Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk
An iron horse with a flaxen tail. The faster the horse runs, the shorter his tail becomes.
Lighter than what I am made of, More of me is hidden Than is seen.
My first is in wield, sever bones and marrow. My second is in blade, forged in cold steel. My third is an arbalest, and also in arrows. My fourth is in power, plunged through a shield. My fifth is in honor, and also in vows. My last will put an end to it all.
Runs smoother than any rhyme, loves to fall but cannot climb.
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.