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"What" Riddles - Next 10 of 3082.
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I have branches, but no fruit, trunk or leaves. What am I?
Answer: A bank.
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My first is in ocean but never in sea, my second's in wasp but never in bee. My third is in glider and also in flight, my whole is a creature that comes out at night.
What am I?
Answer: An Owl.
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I am an object. I move from left to right. Anytime I move, I bleed on what is below me. I can't move without you. I move only when you uses me. What am I?
Answer: A pen.
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If I am coloured, I smell, if I am burned, I smell, orange and yellow will melt me. What am I?
Answer: A Candle.
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I fly in the air, But I am not always there. I cannot be touched, But I can be felt or held. Think very hard, But if you live near the equator, You may have a tough time seeing me. What am I?
Answer: Your breath.
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My head bobs lazily in the sun. You think I'm cute, For my face is yellow, My hair is white, and my body is green. What am I?
Answer: A daisy.
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Everyone can hold me, but not in there hand, and not forever. What am I?
Answer: Your breath.
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They say the eyes are windows to your soul, But yet I had no soul, From time to time I always stand tall, An immortal, Nothing could move me, If I could, I would run as fast as I could, Feeling the wind carry me beneath my feet, But alas, I can not, The Medusa's Curse. What am I?
Answer: A statue.
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What can bring back the dead; make us cry, make us laugh, make us young; born in an instant yet lasts a lifetime?
Answer: Memories.
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Looking for something? Open me. I'm sure that something inside of me lies. Of course, you can always find hope in me (Though despair must come first; and later, surprise), What's sought, though, depends on the seeker - One looks for bobbin; another, for beaker; Others, for nature; still others, for nurture - The quarry will vary from searcher to searcher. And yet (I suspect this will strike you as strange), My contents are set and will not ever change. If you cannot still guess what I mean, here's a clue: The answer - what I mean - lies inside of me, too. What am I?
Answer: A dictionary.
