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I am a table you can eat. What am I?
Without a bridle or a saddle across a thing I ride a-straddle. And those I ride by help of me though almost blind are made to see.
cats and deflation tires make this noise.
I break away from my pack. I create holes in my victims. I can travel for miles and then disappear. I am part of a dying breed. What am I?
With a halo of water and a tongue of wood, stone as skin long I stood. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?