Fed without hunger, I dance through the night, I grow ever stronger when given a bite. Raging or gentle, I warm and inspire, Everything near me may feed my desire.

I’m a tree that stays green, I have needles instead of leaves, and I grow pinecones. What am I?

I have seven brothers, every one likes the forest All carnivores, just one eats grass that grows fast One named after the sun, he's one of the smallest The apex predator is by far the tallest Brown ones grow large before it fall is Asian, American makes six, last need glasses on the basic Here a gift, the answer is an animal I've been mixed up with

Red as a ruby, tart as can be, Beside your turkey is where you’ll find me. Sweetened berries in a jiggly disguise, What am I?

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.