Riddle:
I’m filled with air and hide under your seat; sit down, and I’ll give you a treat. What am I?
Answer: A whoopee cushion.
A classic prank tool, it’s a staple of April Fools' Day mischief.
Riddle:
What is it that goes through the woods and never touches a twig?
Answer: Sound.
Riddle:
Make me thy lyre, even as the forests are. What if my leaves fell like its own -- The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal tone. What am I?
Answer: The west wind.
Riddle:
What do you get when you cross a dog with a trickster’s day?
Answer: April Drool’s Day.
A playful pun on “April Fools’,” this reflects the holiday’s goofy humor.
Riddle:
A man crosses a desert in 10 days with no water. How?
Answer: He's a camel named Abdul.
The unexpected twist (a camel, not a man) mirrors the surprise element of April Fools' pranks.
Riddle:
If you counted 20 houses going to school, and then 20 houses on the left, going home. How many houses have you counted?
Answer: 20. They're the same houses going back.
Riddle:
I saw a creature: his stomach stuck out behind him, enormously swollen. A stalwart servant waited upon him. What filled up his stomach had travelled from far, and flew through his eye. He does not always die in giving life to others, but new strength revives in the pit of his stomach; he breathes again.
What is he?
Answer: Bellows.
Riddle:
What’s the best day to monkey around with your pals? It starts with “Ape” and ends with laughs!
Answer: Ape-ril Fools' Day!
A pun on “April,” this highlights the silly, mischievous fun of the day.
Riddle:
What’s the difference between Thanksgiving and a prankster’s delight? One’s full of thanks, the other’s full of fright!
Answer: April Fools' Day.
This contrasts Thanksgiving’s gratitude with April Fools' Day’s playful scares and tricks.
Riddle:
I'm a digital oracle, a search engine supreme, Yet my results sometimes seem like a corporate dream. Type in a query, and behold what you find, But beware, my friend, for biases lurk behind. Big companies thrive, their rankings so high, While smaller voices struggle, barely catching an eye. Paid results intermingle with the organic fray, Untangling them? A PhD's work, they say. So, who am I? A gatekeeper of the web, Where algorithms reign, and transparency ebbs. My power immense, my reach vast and wide, But remember, dear user, there's more to see outside. What am I?
Answer: Google Search.
