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Stealthy as a shadow in the dead of night, cunning but affectionate if given a bite. Never owned but often loved. At my sport considered cruel, but that's because you never know me at all.
At first I am a yellow weed in the lawn, and then the wind blows, and my white feathers are gone. What am I?
A reaction to being spooked that takes its name from waterfowl
What is put on a table, cut, but never eaten?
A hole leading in, a hole leading out, we connect to a cavern that is slimy all throughout. What are we?
A word of five letters, Upside down is the same, A shark does this, But itβs not to blame. What is the word?