Grow in caves from the ceiling, Slow I am made by water dripping.

This is the sound I make when I’m hungry or want love. It’s not a purr or hiss, but can be my loud exclamation at the human above.

I have a magic box in me that makes a noise when i'm hap-py I come with knives included free WHAT in the world COULD I BE?

Where whispers of the wind do sway, On frozen plains that chill the day. A barren blanket, white and vast, Where gentle giants wander past.

Where you go to feed the ducks, or a place you might take your friend that barks.