You are lost and alone in the woods. You stumble across an old cabin, and decide to stay there for the night. You want some heat and light, but the only things you find in the cabin are a candle, an oil lamp and a wood burning stove. You look in your pocket but you only have one match left. What do you light first?
It is not an ox, but it has horns; though it is not an ass, it has a pack-saddle; and wherever it goes it leaves silver behind. What is it?
If a wheel has 64 spokes, how many spaces are there between the spokes?
You can do it in vessels for getting you clean. You can do it to fabric to stop being seen. You are doing it when you've come up short. You've done it too when you've equaled in sport. This may sound like there should be images but then you can do all those things without pencil or pen. What is the word?
Poke your fingers in my eyes and I will open wide my jaws. Linen cloth, quills, or paper, my greedy lust devours them all.
The beginning of eternity, the end of time and space, the beginning of every end, and the end of every place.
People climb me, cut me, & burn me. My rings are not of gold but do tell my age. What am I?
I dig out tiny caves, and store gold and silver in them. I also build bridges of silver and make crowns of gold. They are the smallest you could imagine. Sooner or later everybody needs my help, yet many people are afraid to let me help them.