"Wait a minute," you plead.  "Let's settle this a differentway.  How about a battle of wits? You give me a riddle.  If I can't solve it,then we'll fight to the death.  However, if I solve it you must return give me thatcopper sword hanging on your back and leave my house."

"Hehheheheheh," the orc cackles with glee.  "So be it. Iwill enjoy grinding your bones into powder for you will never solve this puzzle.  Iam something very tiny and edible. There are several kinds of me and I also come in manydifferent colors.  My last three letters is a type of mammal. I am never found alone.  Instead I grow with many others like myself. What am I?

You strain your brain (while weighing your options). Do you have the answer?

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