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I am a tale in childrens' minds. Though an illusion, I occur every night. I give them a fantasy, I give them a fright. What am I?
The more it dries, the wetter it becomes. What is it?
I help engines spin and pants stay up. What am I?
What two things can you never eat for breakfast?
In all the world none can compare I am a tiny weaver my deadly cloth so silky and fair.
Though not a plant, has leaves. Though not a beast, has spine. Though many wouldn't need this thing, It's more valuable than wine.