10easyI fly without wings. I cry without eyes. Wherever I go, darkness flees. What am I?Show AnswerLearn MoreShare
13easyThis thing all things devours; Birds, beasts, tress flower; Gnaws iron, bites steel; Grinds hard stones to meal; Slays king, ruins town; And beats high mountain down. What is it?Show AnswerLearn MoreShare
1easyI am named after something that swings from the trees. When you have me, squeezing nuts is a breeze.Show AnswerLearn MoreShare
15challengingA man walked in to a bar and asked for a glass of water. The bartender pulled out a gun and pointed it at him. The man said thank you and left. Why?Show AnswerLearn MoreShare
11normalAn ant is richer than a dragon, A wolf is poorer than a bee, A manโs no different from a monkey, But all are above me!Show AnswerLearn MoreShare
8challengingWe begin with a tap, Then first a stream followed by a drop. A slipper pointed straight to the ground, With another just as round. Now not a queue but of the same form, A distinguished nought but with a part torn. All ended with a squiggle. What am I?Show AnswerLearn MoreShare
13easyA man has travelled to Australia, England and Germany but has never left the USA; how can this be?Show AnswerLearn MoreShare
5challengingA blacksmith has many apprentices working for him, and as a reoccurring game, every so week one of them succeeds at forging a key to let loose his pet monkey. The monkey goes wild, throwing stuff and breaking things until the blacksmith finally recages him and puts on a different lock. The ordeal has become costly. The blacksmith scolds the apprintices and makes them do the monkey catching, and puts them to extra work. The apprentices do find the extra work bothersome, yet they continue to pick the locks, releasing the monkey. The blacksmith is at his wit's end. He makes more and more complex locks, but everytime, one of his apprentices succeeds in solving it. The blacksmith asks for your advice. What should he do? He doesn't want to sell his pet monkey, nor does he have another place for it to stay.Show AnswerLearn MoreShare
4normalI quiet my owner's steps. I am soft to be held but dangerous unless my owner considers you friendly. What am I?Show AnswerLearn MoreShare
16easyWalk on the living, they don't even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?Show AnswerLearn MoreShare
15easyBy many I'm used to help children sleep. Seen while shooting, an imposter, not me. Though always around you, til dusk you'll see one. Five points I am given, in truth I have none.Show AnswerLearn MoreShare