Riddle: Three Brothers share a family sport, A nonstop marathon. The oldest one is fat and short And trudges slowly on. The middle brothers tall and slim, and keeps a steady pace The youngest runs just like the wind, going swiftly through the race "He's young in years we, let him run," the other brothers say. "Though he is surely number one, he's also second in a way. What are we?
Riddle: We are little Verbal creatures. Each of us with different features. The first of us in glass is set. The second you can find in jet. The third is trapped in tin. The fourth is boxed within. Now the fifth may try and hide, but it can never leave your side. An adopted sibling we also have but, he only appears when pigs fly. What are we?
Riddle: Every famine begins with me. Each fight I'll be the first you see. Though food can never come without, what forest fire beginnings are all about. Fears begin with me it is true, and when I come I'll bring flames for you. But with the hungry I wont be found. Yet with each new life I'll be around. What am I?
Riddle: A blanket of crystals that covers all. Nothing can escape its fall. It will put you to sleep in a harsh way, and you will never again see the day It's on the earth always and forever, part of our lives leaving, never. Floats and falls like little butterflies. Catch them and they will surely die. What am I?
Riddle: I want everything within sight. The impossible will not flea my plight. I will take it all by any means. To have is my hearts very need. A bottomless pit that nothing will fill. I have even lead humans to kill. What am I?
Riddle: I am a moment never forgotten, etched within the temples of men. I can be attached to a smell sound or taste, maybe even brought forth by a place. I am sometimes considered bad it is true, making depression a side effect for you. However do not fear, do not despair, there is still the good me you will love and share. What am I?
Riddle: It's true I am hot and cold, and I'm always with the old. Youth requires what life does not see, and the heart of groups requires me. I stand alone within all holes, never to see the light of day. Let my turmoil bring you joy since I don't ever make you pay. What am I?
Riddle: I start the day small and round. Buried alive without a frown. I am fed and nourished where I stay, slowly growing in a patient way. Finally I break through my dark brown cage. Reaching towards a puffy lane. But I will never be truly free, from the cage that always binds me What am I?
Riddle: I come in rolls and sometimes stacks. I can be colored, plain or black. Born from the earth alive and well, then I'm chopped and changed so none can tell. Forced to endure your mistakes. Left with marks all over my clean face. Rocks lose to me I'm told, and I have been used to endure your cold. What am I?
Riddle: It is something people wake to every day. Simple and easy, in a gradual way. You will crave and desire, That which water cannot provide. And which other drinks try to hide. It brings people together this is true, But it will make a dependent of you. What is it?