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Hold the tail, while I fish for you.
A house with two occupants, sometimes one, rarely three. Break the walls, eat the boarders, then throw away me.
At first I am a yellow weed in the lawn, and then the wind blows, and my white feathers are gone. What am I?
I am the hole in the night, the ever watchful eye. I return in a cycle, to enlighten the sky.
A hole leading in, a hole leading out, we connect to a cavern that is slimy all throughout. What are we?
Lynn likes grapes but not potatoes. She likes squash but not lettuce, and she likes peas but not onions. Following the same rule, will she like pumpkins or apples?