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   The Khan: Puff, what is best in life?
   Puff, The Barbarian:To crush buffer overflows, to see them fail before you, and to read the lamentation of the kitties.
   The Khan: Yes, good, good.

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I have many tongues but cannot taste
By me, most things are turned to waste
I crack and snap, yet I stay whole
I may take the largest toll
I assisted all of the first men
And I will pay them back again
Around me, people snuggle and sleep
Yet run when I am released from my keep
I jump around and leap and bound
The cold man wishes I he had found
What am I?

Answer: Fire

Ten fish I caught without an eye,
and nine without a tail.
Half of eight, and six missing heads,
landed in my pail.
Who can tell me,
as I ask it,
how many fish are in my basket?

Answer: Zero - 10 without the "1" is 0, 9 without it's tail leaves 0, 8<-- divided here leaves twice 0, 6 without it's head leaves.

Who becomes pregnant without conceiving?
Who becomes fat without eating?

Answer: Clouds

Two brothers we are, great burden we bear
By which we are bitterly pressed.
In truth we may say
We are full all the day
But empty we go to our rest.
What am I?

Answer: Shoes (or boots)

I am a wee wee man,
In a red red coat.
With a staff in my hand,
And a stone in my throat.
What am I?

Answer: A Cherry

An iron roof, and glass walls
Burns and burns
And never falls.
What is it?

Answer: A Lantern

It holds most knowledge that has ever been said;
     But is not the brain, is not the head.
To feathers and their masters, 'tis both bane and boon. . .
     One empty, and one full.
What am I?


Inside me the adventurous find
     Quests and treasures of every kind.
Trolls, goblins, orcs, and more, await
     Within my closed walls for
All those that wish to visit me.
     Your hands are the key
To secrets untold,
     And your mind will unlock the door.
What am I?

Answer:A book

Stronger than steel,
     And older than time;
They are more patient than death
     and shall stand even when the stars have ceased to shine.
Their strength is embedded
     in roots buried deep
Where the sands and frosts of ages
     can never hope to touch or reach.
What am I?


Creatures of power, creatures of grace,
     Creatures of beauty, creatures of strength.
As for their lives,
     they set everything's pace,
For all things must come to live
     under their emerald embrace. . .
Either in their life, or in their death.
What are they?


When you look into my face,
     I shall never lie;
Instead be but a window into your soul,
     whether there light or shadows hide;
As in me many see their deaths
     where others see their lives;
In this deny me many try,
     but they simply twist their knives;
For though prejudiced to some I may seem,
What am I?

Answer: A mirror

Two bodies have I,
though both joined in one.
The more still I stand,
the quicker I run.
What am I?

Answer: An hourglass

I weaken all men for hours each day.
I show you strange visions while you are away.
I take you by night, by day take you back,
None suffer to have me, but do from my lack.
What am I?

Answer: Sleep

It is more beautiful than the face of your love.
It is more scary than your worst fear.
Dead men eat it all the time.
If a live man eats it, he soon will die.
A poor man has it.
A rich man wants it.
What am I?

Answer: Nothing

In many hallways you would stand,
If not with this in hand.
What am I?

Answer: A Key.

What is faster than the speed of sound, but is still human?

Answer: The thought.

I'm the source of all emotion, but I'm caged in a white prison.
What am I?

Answer: The heart.

If you have it,
You want to share it.
If you share it,
You don't have it.
What is it?

Answer: A secret

Thirty white horses on a red hill,
First we champ,
Then we stamp,
Then we stand still.
What are we?

Answer: Teeth

Voiceless it cries,
Wingless it flutters,
Toothless bites,
Mouthless mutters.
What am I?

Answer: Wind

Alive without breath,
As cold as death;
Never thirsty, ever drinking,
All in mail never clinking. What am I?

Answer: Fish

This thing all things devours:
Birds, beast,trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down.
What am I?

Answer: Time

As light as a feather, but you can't hold it for ten minutes.
What is it?

Answer: Your breath

A red drum which sounds
Without being touched,
And grows silent,
When it is touched.
What am I?

Answer: Heart

All about, but cannot be seen,
Can be captured, cannot be held
No throat, but can be heard.
What am I?

Answer: Wind

Lighter than what
I am made of,
More of me is hidden
Than is seen.
What am I?

Answer:An iceberge

You can see nothing else
When you look in my face
I will look you in the eye
And I will never lie.
What am I?

Answer: mirror

Glittering points
That downward thrust,
Sparkling spears
That never rust.
What are we?

Answer: icicles, teeth or stalactites?

Keys without locks
Yet I unlock the soul.
What am I?

Answer: a piano, harpsichord

Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I
Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
Answer: in the mind

One where none should be,
or maybe where two should be,
seeking out purity,
in the kings trees.
What am I?

Answer: A Unicorn

One tooth to bite,
I'm the forests foe.
One tooth to fight,
as all Norse know.
What am I?

Answer: An Axe

The part of the bird
that is not in the sky,
which can swim in the ocean
and always stay dry.
What am I?

Answer: A Shadow

Inside a great blue castle
Lives a shy young maid
She blushes in the morning
And comes not out at night.
What am I?

Answer: The sun

In marble halls as white as milk,
Lined with a skin as soft as silk,
Within a fountain crystal-clear,
A golden apple doth appear.
No doors there are to this stronghold,
Yet thieves break in and steal the gold.
What is it?

Answer: An egg

Though I dance at a ball, I am nothing at all.
What am I?

Answer: A shadow

As I was going to St. Ives,
I met a man who had seven wives.
Each wife had seven sacks,
Each sack had seven cats,
Each cat had seven kits.
Kits, cats, sacks and wives,
How many were going to St. Ives?

Answer: One

Look into my face and I'm everybody;
Scratch my back and I'm nobody.
What am I?

Answer: A mirror

I go over all the hills and hollows,
Bite hard, but never swallow.
What am I?

Answer: Frost

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