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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. What am I?
If a man carried my burden, he would break his back. I am not big but leave silver in my tracks. What am I?
Ripped from my ancestors home beaten and burned I become a bloodthirsty killer.
The more you work, the more I'll eat.You keep me full, I'll keep you neat. What am I?
I am the kind of food monkey likes and people slip on me and fall in cartoons.
It has no top or bottom, but it can hold flesh, bones, and blood all at the same time.