Riddle

I’m bigger than a mouse and fit inside your house

I’m all the shades of color in the world

I travel in packs

I roar like a horse

My eyes shine bright and light the path for others to see

My feet come in many sizes and but are always black

I’m a product of the industrial revolution

I was mass produced

My father is a man named Henry

People depend on me for travel

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