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It rows quickly with four oars but never comes out from under his own roof. What is it?
I am small fluffy and love to chase mice. I purr when I am happy. What am I?
I am black and white and have flippers instead of wings but I still can't fly. What am I?
What jumps when it walks and sits when it stands?
In all the world, none can compare, to this tiny weaver, his deadly cloth so silky and fair.
I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.