To Pratchett I'm invisible. They say I don't echo. I'm famous for down. I'm not a gecko.

A colour bright, a citrusy sphere, my rhyming debate often returns each year.

I might be a compliment, or an insult, depending on your outlook You can play with me and dress me as you please I’m often gifted to little girls

It used to roam land, towering then. To be guilty of it, is a mortal sin. In the age of ice, a mammoth’s friend. Hung to sleep. Tri-tipped? Depends.

Dogs can’t operate MRI machines, but . . .