I sat in court and danced for my breath, while others play outside with the rest. I juggled and joked, my name on display, just to keep death a moment away.

A cord value of the Founding Fathers. Where I will be Saturday

By broom I travel through the night, with whispered spells and flickering light. A pointed hat upon my head, old tales are where my name is said.

You found me where no thing should be, Too smooth, too dark, too perfectly. You stare at me, and I stare back too, Though I have no eyes to look at you. What am I?

Some call me a walking dinosaur, but I'm actually a mammal. I'm also said to have inspired stories about unicorns, although I'm not the most elegant of all.