Riddle #53

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Riddle: I run over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night I sit not alone. My tongue hangs out, up and to the rear, awaiting to be filled in the morning.

What am I?

The riddles doesn't go all into detail, but I bet you'll get it. :D

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