With dusty fingers I tell my tales, Of numbers, letters, ships, and whales. I’m full of scribbles, then suddenly bare, A little swipe sends them into the air! What am I?

I can brighten without the sun, or darken without a cloud.

Though I am also drinking blood, I don't live in a castle like my fancy cousin. Goat's in my name, and goats are my bae. Humans debate whether I exist, and I hide until the night when I suck their livestock dry. I'm still a champion in hide-and-seek; nobody knows my face, and the day I finally die, skeptics call me a dog with mange.

Silly guy Trix are for kids. If you follow a white one down a hole You might end up in Wonderland. Thankfully keeping a lucky charm of their foot has evolved into a cardboard version.

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