Answer:
Don't do this in the shallow end.
Hoofed frolicking.
What begins and has no end? What is the ending of all that begins?
We travel much, yet prisoners are, and close confined to boot. Yet with any horse, we will keep the pace, and will always go on foot.
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
Describes a mysterious region and a stylish pair of shorts.