I believe it is the stanza by Edgar Allen Poe, Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
Answer:
No
Explanation:
It is uncomfortable to some people. We get tired of wearing the same things
Outside our house we saw a dog chasing our cat.
they wore wool and leather
it kept the haida safer
it made them depend on each other
trade