Riddle Answers
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I am taken from a mine, and shut up in a wooden case, from which I am never
released, and yet I am used by almost everybody.
Pencil lead |
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What goes round the house and in the house but never touches the house?
The sun |
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What is it that you can keep after giving it to someone else?
Your word |
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What walks all day on its head?
A nail in a horseshoe |
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What gets wet when drying?
A towel |
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What comes once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a thousand years?
The letter M |
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What is round as a dishpan, deep as a tub, and still the oceans couldn't fill it up?
A sieve |
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There were five men going to church and it started to rain. The four that ran got wet
and the one that stood still stayed dry.
Body in coffin, and bearers |
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The more you take, the more you leave behind. What are they?
Footsteps |
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He who has it doesn't tell it. He who takes it doesn't know it. He who knows it
doesn't want it. What is it?
Counterfeit money |
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Brothers and sisters have I none but that man's father is my father's son.
My son |
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Who spends the day at the window, goes to the table for meals and hides at night?
A fly |
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I bind it and it walks. I loose it and it stops.
A sandal |
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What goes round and round the wood but never goes into the wood?
The bark of a tree |
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I went to the city, I stopped there, I never went there, and I came back again.
A watch |
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I have a little house in which I live all alone. It has no doors or windows, and if I
want to go out I must break through the wall.
A chicken in an egg |
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Scarcely was the father in this world when the son could be found sitting on the roof.
Fire, smoke |
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There are four brothers in this world that were all born together. The first runs
and never wearies. The second eats and is never full. The third drinks and is always
thirsty. The fourth sings a song that is never good.
Water, fire, earth, wind |
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A cloud was my mother, the wind is my father, my son is the cool stream, and my daughter
is the fruit of the land. A rainbow is my bed, the earth my final resting place, and I'm
the torment of man.
Rain |
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Poke your fingers in my eyes and I will open wide my jaws.
Linen cloth, quills, or paper, my greedy lust devours them all.
Shears (or scissors) |
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What is that which goes with a carriage, comes with a carriage, is of no use to a carriage, and yet
the carriage cannot go without it?
Noise |
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It stands on one leg with its heart in its head.
A cabbage |
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It's been around for millions of years, but it's no more than a month old.
What is it?
The moon |
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A white dove flew down by the castle. Along came a king and picked it up handless,
ate it up toothless, and carried it away wingless.
Snow melted by the sun |
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As I went across the bridge, I met a man with a load of wood which was neither straight
nor crooked. What kind of wood was it?
Sawdust |
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What belongs to you but others use it more than you do?
Your name |
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What goes up the chimney down, but can't go down the chimney up?
An umbrella |
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What is is that you will break even when you name it?
Silence |
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What fastens two people yet touches only one?
A wedding ring |
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What is it the more you take away the larger it becomes?
A hole |
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I am the beginning of sorrow, and the end of sickness. You cannot express happiness
without me, yet I am in the midst of crosses. I am always in risk, yet never in danger.
You may find me in the sun, but I am never out of darkness.
The letter S |
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What is put on a table, cut, but never eaten?
A pack of cards |
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Who are the two brothers who live on opposite sides of the road yet never see
each other?
Eyes |
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What holds water yet is full of holes?
A sponge |
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Though it is not an ox, it has horns; though it is not an ass, it has a pack-saddle;
and wherever it goes it leaves silver behind. What is it?
A snail |
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Lives without a body, hears without ears, speaks without a mouth, to which the air alone
gives birth.
An echo |
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A hundred-year-old man and his head one night old.
Snow on a tree stump |
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What goes into the water red and comes out black?
A red-hot poker |
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What goes into the water black and comes out red?
A lobster |
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When one does not know what it is, then it is something; but when one knows what it is,
then it is nothing.
A riddle |
