I bubble and giggle but don’t tell a joke, Pigeons take baths when I start to soak. People toss wishes right into my tummy, What am I called, all wet and so funny?

I am a horned beast, some think of me as a steed. I live in the African east, and am not mythical indeed.

I'm a bit busy, but three values of mine we know and tell. You can find a value of mine, but you can't use a machine to find these in parallel. I am uncomputable, and all computables pale. If we have just found the thousandth value, it's a tale.

I have no wheels, but I glide with grace, On a frozen pond, I set the pace. Sharp enough to cut, but I’m not a knife, On the cold, hard ice, I come to life. I am an ice-

You can find me at extravagant events, Or an edible version on a dinner plate.