When windmill one asked windmill two what it's favorite type of music was? It answered, I'm a...

If you want to battle, to brawl or to scrap, Then square up, my friend, I am sick of your crap. Change my first letter and you'll feel my full force, Change it again and you'll see what's in store. Swap it once more and you'll feel my great grip, You'll not win this contest, you little piece of s__t.

Oh my stars! This mischievous sprite, like a shadow at dusk, whispers tales of trickery in the moonlit woods. It scampers about, a trickster in green, with mischief in its eyes and delight in its schemes.

Where you might find a baby, and what the Tollhouse is known for. It's where two talking muffins might settle their score.

Since pre- means before, and post- means after, using both in the same word would be...