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A nut cracker up in a tree.
The more holes you cover the lower it goes.
Big as a biscuit, deep as a cup, but even a river canβt fill it up. What is it?
I can be used to type and point you see. But don't forget, you can count on me. What am I?
In your fire you hear me scream, creaking and whining, yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
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?