I’m no horse of course, though I’m often confused, I carry your burdens and still get accused. My voice is a laugh, my ears steal the show, I’m smarter than people are willing to know.

My first four are a type of injury that generally occurs with heat, fire, or friction. My last three are the opposite of in. Together, I’m either a fancy car trick or an occupational hazard.

Clad in white, an orator of folly. What guides the flock, but still a sheep?

No one knows why it crossed the road... No one knows which came first... Sasly, this bird don't fly... Who am I, with such awesome thighs?

What is three parts chicken, two parts catcat and half a goat?