Many unknowingly benefit from its use every day.
Of the many, few know of its existence.
Of the few, fewer still claim to understand its true purpose.
Of the fewer, fewer still actually do understand it.

Ignorant of math, it has its own arithmetic.

The crystal clear mind sees an array of possibilities in it.
The mist clouded mind sees an array of chaos in it.

What it addresses is more important than its own address; for that is its purpose.

What is it?

Of this thing, all the money in the world cannot buy as large a quantity as the size of your room.

Besides, no container on Earth can contain such quantity.

If it could, great danger would occur.

What is it?

I fly,
But no bird am I.

You feed me food,
But poison to you my food is.

My parents are your kin,
But bound to destroy your kin am I.

What am I?

You gave me eyes but I cannot see.
You gave me ears but I cannot hear.
You gave me nose but I cannot smell.
You gave me mouth but I cannot speak.

My brain you had for dinner.

Now you expect me to light your way,
And to scare those weird creatures away.

Who am I?

Break the green water container
And its water spilled is not.

Drink its water you cannot.
Eat its water then you must.

What is it?

“This has been going on for too long. Ensign, arm disruptors. Prepare proton torpedoes 3 through 5,” orders the captain.

“Disruptors armed… and ready to fire, sir.”

“Sir,” booms the navigation officer suddenly, “they released us. We have control. But they’re preparing to fire as well.”

“Shields up, maximum power. Prepare for evasive maneuvers.”

“Sir, they’ve launched a proteic missile with a five terrayens warhead. Impact in 15 seconds.”

“Five terrayens???” shout the bridge crew almost at unison.

“Ensign, repeat that. Did you say five terrayens? Are you sure you’re reading correctly? Navigation, begin evasive maneuvers. Expedite. Battle deck, launch radioactive chaff. Expedite. Engineering, cloak us, expedite. Expedite expedite EXPEDITE!”

“Yes sir that is fiver – terra – yens of atomic energy coming straight at us, impact in 8 seconds.”

“Evading, sir,” says the navigation officer, “chaff is away and cloak is on, but we’re not shaking it sir. Fiver seconds to impact.”

All the crew are now staring at the main screen which shows the proteic missile approaching despite all their efforts. When it gets to almost impact, it starts furthering away, heading for the other ship.

“Holy Mother of The Nine,” says the captain in awe, “they have the technology to control a five terrayens proteic missile! These fellows are trying to teach us a lesson and they’ve put up quite a demonstration. They’re playing with us like we’re some child’s toys.”

They are now a little relieved, but still scared. They watch the proteic missile furthering away, back to the ship that launched it and now was capturing it back into her hangars. Or so they thought…

“Sir,” says the navigation officer, “she’s heading back too fast. They haven’t opened any hangars. Impact in eight seconds. Sir, it WILL blast. And with a five terrayens warhead everything on a distance of ten qarsecs will turn to radioactive ashes…”

“Great Reverend Mother of Muscat! This can’t be true! O’brain, take us out of here, warp nine, expedite, fast expedite, EXPEDITE!!! NOW! EXPEDITE!!! EX-PE-DITE!! They are here!”

And now the riddle: who was there? What did the captain realize?

Yet none of it is good enough,
So nobody takes it.

What is it?

The correct answer to this riddle is, of course, that the crow had intentionally ingested chaumas in order to poison the fox, who would have been the first to feast on her flesh at the fleshing ritual in the Fleshing Meadows – as the first who saw her dead body.

They are all my children and they built us a home.
A home of many storeys.
I live on the lower floor.
Above me are my younger children’s floors.
And above them are my older children’s floors.
Still higher floors are for storing my gold.
Our gold, for we are one.

The party starts cheering as Bilboa Badgins finishes his speech. Only Candalf, the wizard, looks suspicious.

Out of the blue, Sarumana’s fire dragons fly down on the unsuspecting crowd. Everybody freezes for a second, then runs for cover, each to his own, hiding under tables, in mole holes, in cricket hideouts and wherever. Everybody but three folks:

• Candalf stands proud, staff ready in his left, sword in his right, and starts mumbling some dragonskin spell.
• Bilboa, somewhat surprised, as this was the moment of his stunt, but he hadn’t pulled his stunt quite yet, so, not noticing the dragons, he’s wondering what’s wrong with the crowd.
• Per Grin Tok, who looks like he’s had too many pints of ginger ale, staring up with a queer smile.

The riddle: why is Per Grin Tok smiling?

Cars and trucks
Sneak past I must.

Turtle friend across will help
Crocodile will chop my head.

Who am I?

“Yes, Shaggyd, I concur,” confirms the younger, less experienced commentator, “they are making a good game indeed. For those who’ve just turned the TV on, we are watching the game between Sun Bucharest and Manchester Divided. Manchester Divided scored in the first five minutes, and was ahead for almost all the game, but Sun Bucharest turned this around by scoring twice in three minutes when the game is almost over. Only a couple of minutes left.”

“Thank you, Slim Shaded,” continues Shaggyd, “for reminding our spectators the situation. Now let’s concentrate on the game, because I see Manchester Divided counterattacking, they pass the ball with extreme ease, closing in on the Sun Bucharest’s goalkeeper, and yeeeesssss, it’s a GOOOOAAAALL, what a comeback, with only two secods left from the game, the Romanians manage to score, which makes this game a tie.”

“Sorry to correct you, Shaggyd,” continues Slim Shaded, “but perhaps you mean the Englishmen manage to score.”

“No, Slim Shaded, I meant the Romanians. I told you so many times to stop making a fool of yourself correcting me. Now hush.”

And the riddle: Why did Shaggyd say that, what did he mean? Which of the two commentators is right?

“Are you hurt?” asks the fox, and then to the wolf: “She doesn’t seem to be wounded.”

They realize that the crow was dying. The wolf says to the fox:

“I know her. She’s the youngster you made fun of at the last forest gathering. The one who swore revenge.”

With her last strength, the crow manages to articulate:

“Revenge… will… be… mine…” and then departs this life.

“It’s a pity,” says the fox, “she misinterpreted my words. I meant no offence, it was nothing personal. Her lack of experience prevailed upon her. She was too young, her parents shouldn’t have let her take part in the counsel.”

“Aye,” confirms the wolf, “youngsters easily and needlessly get hot blood. Let us meditate for a moment that her spirit finds peace.”

After meditation, the fox says:

“Well, we must now take her body to the Fleshing Meadow for the fleshing ritual, to feast on her flesh as tradition requires.”

After a while, the wolf seems to have a revelation and suddenly protests:

“No! We must bury this youngster. She will be denied tradition.”

“On what grounds? For what reason is the fleshing ritual in the Fleshing Meadow to be denied to her? Tradition says we must feast on her flesh, to show our friendship and approval.”

And now the riddle: why did the wolf insist on burying her? What did he realize?

I bend for some.
I measure for others.
Yet others I feed.

How it works:

• You will see a series of photos
• Each photo contains a “sensitive” area
• You must find the sensitive area, according to the given clues (the mouse cursor changes when you hover it)
• When you click that area, you advance to the next photo

Click the link below to access it.

Play Extremely Orange: The Awakening

Good luck!

Low in, high out.
High in, low out.
Iron core, thread armor.
For transport. For power.

Sleep tight,
Gec.

Who am I?

I passed by the sleeping rabbit.
By the time he’s startled awake by my passing, I’m long gone.

What am I?

“Captain, are they coming?”

“Yeah… I see her… she’s cloaked. All men battle positions! Prepare photon torpedoes!”

“Armed photon torpedoes 1 through 4!”

“Open hailing frequencies! On screen! Show us their main deck.”

The screen lights up and shows the stars. The captain continues:

“A-ha, invisible suits for the crew of the invisible ship. They sent a first class spy ship. Open audio.”

“Audio channel already open sir.”

“A-ha, soundproof helmets for the invisible crew of the invisible ship. Nice combo. They really invested in this one. Send them a text message. Say greetings and may you go many parsecs.”

The officer types something then says:

“Sir, we got no confirmation receipt.”

“A-ha, ACK protocol disabled. OK. This is getting interesting. Psychic officer, tune in to their brain waves. Send ‘em this message telepathically: greetings and may many parsecs pass you by.”

Telepath says:

“Sir I detect nothing.”

“A-ha, psychic shields up. OK. That about sums it up. Good. Ensign, contact the Federation by subspace. Send this message: Alien spy hostile unidentified undetectable cloaked ship encountered. We were refused any contact and were unable to ascertain their true intentions. As per security protocol, we will open fire.”

The first officer looks puzzled. So does the entire crew. He says:

“Sir, are you sure this is necessary? Are you sure the spy ship is really there? We can’t see it, our sensors detect nothing… We’re wasting our torpedoes.”

“Quiet, number one. Just trust me, I see it with my special abilities. Ensign, set the photon torpedoes automatic discharge on coordinates 135, 200 mark 3. This should hit her straight in the heart. Engine room that is.”

“Sir I must speak up,” continues the first officer. “I think you are just trying to get ahead in your career, blasting inexistent spy ships and whatnot. Special abilities my ass. Enough with this charade. I must speak up. I think I can safely say that I speak for the entire crew. We have other important business to do on behalf of the Federation, instead of chasing fantasies and wasting a perfectly good five million feddolars torpedo.”

The captain stamps his foot and ignores him:

“Shut up, you know nothing. Ensign, on three, fire!”

“Belay that order! Enough!” said the first officer, smiling with satisfaction.

Why was the first officer smiling?

Since it was difficult to guess that last riddle, here’s an even easier one.

The stars they spark
The children love.
The grownups like.
They only light
A special night.

I come out of someone’s butt.
Then I end up in your mouth.
Then I come out of your butt.

Today’s riddle challenge is challenging enough for thee, I trust.

“The Sun is rising, captain!” says the yeoman, touching the captain’s shoulder so as to wake him up.

“So soon? but I… I feel like I didn’t get any sleep at all,” says the captain confusingly rubbing his eyes.

“Sir, you instructed to be waken up upon sunrise, and alas, sunrise is upon us!”

“Arrgh! OK, OK, wake up the entire landing party… let’s get things in motion!”

“Things are now in motion, that cannot be undone,” says the first officer, whose fine ears perceived the conversation as loud enough to awake him.

“Indeed, says the captain,” then shouts “everybody in formation.”

The landing party gets in formation and the captain gives order to start the works.

After about eight hours, the Sun wasn’t even at zenith, and the crewmen were exhausted. The science officer says:

“Sir, if I may point out, the Sun is rising.”

“What?” says the captain, “what is this new devilry?” and then shouts angrily, as he figures things out “YEOMAN!!!”

The yeoman appears, and the captain continues:

“I told you to wake us when the SUN is rising, not Vertigo’s second moon!”

They had been up and working for eight hours, hardly had any sleep and the morale was appalling. The yeoman replies:

“Sir, if I may point out, we are in Vertigo’s winter season, which means the second moon doesn’t rise at all in this hemisphere. There’s something at work here…”

Can you guess what was going on?

The answer to the Frog Run riddle was correctly guessed by Deimos Tel`Arin. As A. also confirmed, it was the Frog Olympics, taking place this year at the same time as the Human Olympics.

Cheers!

The frog was obviously in a hurry. It passed by the butterfly without even turning her head to salute.

“Where to?” asks the butterfly confused.

No answer from the frog, which was running like her life depended on it. The butterfly starts flying by the frog.

“Where to?” asks the butterfly again.

But the frog doesn’t waste any of her energy on talking. The butterfly thinks “what’s she running from?”

He decides to stop and wait to see what’s following the frog. And guess what? There comes another frog, just as hasty as the first. And another. They go around the lake as if some python was after them, only there’s no python. Just a bunch of other frogs watching the runners and jumping like crazy.

What is going on?

Well, the Potatoes Counterattack was deciphered by ionnebunul, and Deimos confirmed its authenticity. Indeed, Jojoba ground crew expected that the cargo ship would dock, and started teleporting the potatoes on board without additional checks. Luckily, as the security officer noticed, they were delicious and the crew didn’t mind having them teleported right in their mouths, let alone the provisions they made.

See you soon!

“Approaching the Jojoba system, captain.”

“Very well. Sensor readings?”

“Everything looks normal sir. We have visual.”

“On main screen.”

The officer presses some buttons on his panel and the main screen shows the Jojoba planet, with the orbital docking station prepared.

“Strange…”, says the captain, “they seem to be expecting us. How did they know we were coming?”

“Sir, I don’t think it’s us that they’re waiting for. I’m detecting a cargo ship, class M-35, heading for Jojoba as well.”

“M-35? That’s one of the biggest they make… and slowest. Navigator, we must not allow this cargo ship to dock before us. M-35s are known for their long docking procedure time. It could take as long as 6 hours. Our crew is craving those delicious Jojoba potatoes, we can’t make them wait that long. Ahead warp factor 7.”

“But sir, we didn’t get permission to dock.”

“No, we didn’t. But the docking station is prepared nevertheless. Let me worry about permissions, you just dock, and dock fast.”

The navigator presses some buttons and within seconds they are starting docking procedures, while the cargo ship was still several space miles away. The admiral that was in command on Jojoba was one of the captain’s friends, so the captain wasn’t worried about docking without permission.

“Docking complete, sir.”

“Very well. All crew maintain…” but before getting a chance to finish the phrase, the captain abruptly stops talking and chokes. After a couple of seconds, he spits out a potato. “What’s this supposed to mean?” shouts the captain angrily.

Another potato falls on his first officer’s head, out of nowhere.

“Security chief, report to bridge, expedite,” says the captain in the intercom.

As the door opens and the security chief enters, with a potato in his mouth, waves of potatoes from the corridor invade the bridge.

“Captain, permission to report,” asks the security chief after removing the potato from his mouth, “our ship is overrun by potatoes. And delicious ones too, I might add.”

Can you guess why was the ship overrun by potatoes?

Our friend Deimos gives us the final answer to the riddle he posted here a while ago, entitled I Am the Queen.

Here’s the solution, and of course the details of the contest can be found on his domain.

I am the Queen
She is someone with great power and authority.

I do not exist, yet many have known me for almost a decade.
She is a fictional character that has been around for almost a decade.

About the past, I was once good. Very evil, totally brutal I am now.
She was good, but now she is bad.

Mentioned within the Demon’s domain, I was.
This is a reference to Deimos’s domain ahkong.net as Deimos Tel`Arin fancies himself as a Cyber Demon. The Demon’s domain basically means Deimos’s domain @ ahkong.net

The queen is mentioned in this post found in Deimos’s domain:
Alien in your back yard!!

Sharp and pointy objects, my title rhymes with.
Her title is “Queen of Blades” and “Blades” rhymes with sharp and pointy objects, right?

An actor as a protagonist in a popular TV series shares my name.
Now who might that female actor be?

Revered for vanquishing beings that are dead yet not quite dead, she is.
Referring to – Buffy, the Vampire Slayer.

Also, her physical beauty quite matches with my own.
Sarah Michelle Gellar is quite beautiful, aye?

Hell be damned, now tell me – Who am I?
Just a filler text so that when the first characters of each sentence forms the following hidden (quite obvious actually) message reads – I AM SARAH

So yes, our Queen is indeed – Sarah Kerrigan, The Queen of Blades. Congrats to Wan Kong Yew for getting it correct, as well as Lis and roel for affirming it!

The date 1 April 2008 was chosen to be the date to publish the answers, as a tribute to StarCraft’s 10th year anniversary as the PC Game was released on 1 April 1998.

I wanted to thank Deimos for delighting us with this riddle and for taking the time to organize the contest!

As far as the correct solution for the riddle goes, here’s what happened, and how the story goes from here:

Smiling, the captain announces on the intercom:

“Everyone, rejoice, we have beaten the resilience record. The amount of time the crew of a ship of USS class can stand still in battle positions. This was the second test of the day, not for the security chief, but for all the crew. We managed 7 hours, 31 minutes, and 2 seconds, which is one hour more than the previous record, held by USS CakeCheese.”

“Hurray, hurray,” booms the ship with the enthusiastic crew, so loud that the member who had passed out and was on the way to the infirmary jumps up and shouts “hurray” as well, not really knowing why.

After some time the navigator announces:

“Captain, we’ve reached Jojoba.”

“Open hailing frequencies!” orders the captain, then greeting the Jojoba control tower officer on duty, “Greetings, and may Jojoba prosper! Requesting permission to enter orbit. My men are thirsty and hungry for some of your renowned potatoes!”

“Permission denied! You will not enter Jojoba system space. You are not granted permission to approach orbit. Set course backwards, expedite, or you will be fired upon.”

As the captain, and everyone, were still confused, seconds pass, then suddenly the chief of security shouts:

“Photon torpedo approaching, estimated impact seven seconds!”

“Shields up!” booms the captain. “Engines backward full. Code red. Open coded subspace transmitters, expedite! Transmit code three, seven, niner, four, five, eight, niner, three. Expedite.”

Just as he said the last word, and the chief officer pressed the Go button, the photon torpedo hits the shield, but the ship doesn’t shake or break.

“What is this new devilry?” asks the captain in a low voice, unable to comprehend the situation. The security chief, however, figures something out and smiles behind his panel.

What was happening? What did the security Chieftain Admiral understand that the others are still confused about?

“Well done, security chief,” says the captain on the intercom. “It was a test. All officers, meet me and number one on the main deck, to celebrate the security chief’s promotion to Chieftain Admiral of Armory and Weaponry!”

They all flock to the main deck, when suddenly the intercom goes live again:

“All crew, battle positions! All crew battle positions! This is not a drill, I repeat, this is not a drill!”

Within moments all are at their posts.

“Take evasive maneuver!” shouts the captain.

“Evading enemies, go!” replies navigator.

“Shields up, 90 percent!”

“Up they go, 90 percent, sir!”

All were tensed, and this was augmented by the fact that they didn’t know what they were up against. The captain had had no time to inform them, too busy giving orders that saved the ship and their lives.

Everyone stood still, as seconds passed. Then minutes passed. Then hours passed, no one daring to interrupt. So they stood until the first fellow crew member fell to the floor, exhausted by hunger, thirst, tension and sleep deprivation.

“Take him to the infirmary,” says the captain. “Navigator, set course for Jojoba system. Let’s feast on some delicious potatoes to celebrate!”

What was there to celebrate?

“All officers to the holospace room. All officers to the holospace room,” can be heard on all intercoms.

From all around the ship, officers flock to the holospace room.

The captain was waiting there, with the first officer to his right.

“The captain has a very important announcement to make,” says the first officer.

“Thank you, number one,” replies the captain, “this is concerning all of us. Effective immediately, the first officer is in charge of this ship. I’m granting him full authority. You will follow his orders as if they were my own. You will direct all top security questions to him.”

The chief of security steps out of the crowd and says:

“First officer, you are under arrest for attempting to compromise security of this ship. The captain would never give such orders. This captain is obviously a hologram you have programmed as part of your scheme. Where is the real captain?”

As the security chief tries to handcuff the first officer, the cuffs just go through him – he was a hologram.

“What is this new devilry?” asks the security chief, very confused.

Indeed, what has just happened?

The fox had accidentally eaten a black mushroom, and it needed the antidote to survive: a ghost mushroom (very rare thing). There was a ghost mushroom near the dead tree, that the wolf knew about, but I had found it first, so when he went, it was no longer there. The fox smelled the mushroom in my backpack and whispered this to the bear. When I figured things out, I gave them the mushroom, glad to have been able to help. We all became friends and they accompanied me to the green lake.

See you soon!

As I often do, I’d been searching for mushrooms in the old woods. I was quite happy, having found one of the rarest wonders: a ghost mushroom. Treading the path due east, to the green lake, I stopped to more carefully listen to the sounds of what seemed to be an ironfur bear. Sure enough, it was one, talking to a white wolf.

“You’re sure it was the right place?” asked the bear in a grave voice.

“Yes,” replied the wolf, “the dead tree was there, 10 paces north of the ancient milestone. But it was nowhere.”

“She’s going to die soon.”

I was close enough now to see the scene. The white wolf was tired from running, and the ironfur bear was carrying a fox on his back.

The fox seemed very weak, as she whispered something in the bear’s ear. Within moments, the wolf and the bear have me cornered against a large tree, showing their teeth in anger. Finally figuring what happened, I smile and relax.

Later, I’m treading the path due east, to the green lake, with three friends.

What happened?

As usual, you can post your guesses for the answer to the riddle in the comments below. But for contest-related businesses, please post a comment on Deimos’s domain and he will clear things out.

And now, without further ado, the riddle:

I do not exist, yet many have known me for almost a decade.
About the past, I was once good. Very evil, totally brutal I am now.
Mentioned within the Demon’s domain, I was.
Sharp and pointy objects, my title rhymes with.
An actor as a protagonist in a popular TV series shares my name.
Revered for vanquishing beings that are dead yet not quite dead, she is.
Also, her physical beauty quite matches with my own.
Hell be damned, now tell me – Who am I?

The previous riddle was cracked by Heather in BC – it was a combine harvester, but her guess was close enough. Many people gave similar (correct) answers, but A. was right on with the exact wording . Congratulations everybody.

The next riddle will be something different, so stay tuned.

And now, the riddle, quite an easy one I should say.

With blades one thousand, sharp and swift,
And hundred horses, thirsty herd,
The chariot attacks the field
In times of prosper life and peace.

The noob sailor was frustrated with scrubbing the floors, so he turned to the dark side and collaborated with the pirates. On his watch, the pirates threw the shark on board, knowing that the captain would use the old strategy of spinning the ship to throw the shark away, while all the men were up the mast. When all the sailors were dizzy, they boarded the ship and tied them tight, except for the noob sailor, their spy.

Good luck with the next one!

The ship keeps spinning even after the sharp shark was thrown overboard.
“Climb down mates! Safe is the ship,” orders the captain.
But the sailors dare not let go of the mast, lest shall they be thrown overboard as well, lest shall they become food for the sharp shark.
“Argh!” says the captain. “Noobs! Climb down one by one, first one hold on to the mast, next one hold on to the first one. Make a chain of men! Reach for the helm and stay this madness!”
Slowly, men start doing as they are told. Within minutes, one of them reaches for the helm and stops the spinning. All are very dizzy and let go of the mast, making a pile of men at its base.
Before recovering well from dizziness or having a chance to react, their hands and legs are all tied, except for the sailor in charge with scrubbing the floors, who was now standing in front of two one-eyed men and grinning:
“Who’s the noob now, mates?”

However, the correct answer is that the captain’s strategy was this:

To make the ship spin faster and faster, fast enough so that the centrifugal force throws the sharp shark overboard. Men can hold on to the mast, but the sharp shark isn’t smart enough to realize what’s going on.

There is a continuation to this riddle here.

“Weigh anchor! Hoist the sails!”
“Up we go, captain! North by north west!”
“Aye, aye! May we find peaceful waters and blue sky ahead of us!”
“Captain, shark on board! Sharp shark on board!”
“Up the mast, mates, climb up the mast! Make haste!”
Sailors from all around the ship make for the mast and start going up, up, up, one by one. It soon becomes apparent that the ship will lose balance, with all the weight up. Half the crew is on the masthead now. The captain shouts:
“Halt! Halt! All stop!”
Sailors freeze. The ship, with no one at the helm, starts spinning in circles, faster and faster, almost throwing the sailors overboard. The captain shouts once more:
“Hug the mast, mates! Hug the mast! Tight!”
“We’re gonna die! We’re all gonna die!” cries a young sailor, new to the craft, who was only allowed to brush the floors.
“Argh, quiet, noob! Watch and learn!” says the mate in a confident voice.

Why did the captain give such orders? What’s the new sailor supposed to learn?

What had happened was this:

They were indeed on a combat mission. The problem wasn’t that the food was running out, but that there was no enemy detected in 10 parsecs range. The solution that the captain was hoping to hear from his first officer was to turn on the cloak detectors, since obviously the enemy was cloaked somewhere nearby. Hence the joke he made about playing target shooting with potatoes, which shows that the sense of humor was valued among the crew.

See you soon for another of my favorite riddles!

“All crew officers, report to main deck.”
From all around the place, officers run to the main deck.
“I want status.”
“Engines running 60% load, no damage, sir, yes sir, enough fuel to reach there and back again,” says chief engineer.
“Shields down, no danger detected in 10 parsec range, sir, yes sir,” says chief armorer.
“Kitchen supplies will only last one more week, sir, yes sir,” reports chief chef.
“All right,” says the captain, then addressing to his first officer, “number one, suggest solution to potential problem.”
“I suggest, sir, yes sir, we teleport potatoes from Jojoba system on board to address crisis,” says first officer.
“Do you suggest perhaps we play target shooting with potatoes, number one?”
First officer blushes, realizing that he just made a gaffe.
“Sir, no sir, accept my apologies, sir, yes sir.”

And the riddle: why did the first officer apologize? What’s the gaffe?

Good luck with the next one!

Creatures of the world have different tastes.
Soft pillow for cat.
Hard metal for horse.
Warm leather for man.

Chain of hungry rings,
First it eat,
Then it sleep,
Then it fly steep.

Cheers!

Rounding small.
Useless alone.
But two are strong.
Two make a bond
That’s tied by tongue.

Good luck with the next riddle!

You bury me.
Out come I.

You take me to the shape-shifters.
Changed am I.

You take me to the bazaar.
Sold am I.

You take me to your home.
Owned am I.

You take me everywhere you go.
What am I?

The correct answer (which, as you know (you did read the about page, didn’t you?), in this case as in all cases, means the answer I had in mind when creating the riddle) is: happiness. It was identified by Ivaylo Hristov. Angie Hurst pointed out this answer as well.

Good luck finding your inner selves, and see you soon for the next riddle!

You cannot see me, but you want me.
Look for me no more, for I am inside you.
When you realize this, you have found me.

See you soon for a wiser riddle (perhaps an abstract one? )

Today, February 19th 2008, Geek Riddles .com celebrates its 1 month anniversary. Many Happy Returns!

As would be the case on such a special occasion, which, mind you, only happens ONCE in an eternity (like everything else really), I’ve dressed up and came up with a surprise. Have fun!

Can you help the young disciples find the answer?

See you soon for the next challenge.

Talk me into doing my job, you cannot. Hit me you have to.
But carefully hit me, or yourself hit you may.
Stand tall and proud I must. For should I bend, failed the task be.

Good luck!

Gărgăriță, riță, zboară-n poieniță…
[Dowdy-cow, dowdy-cow, ride away heame...]

Down on the emerald field of life lands ruby marble, bloodstone stained.
It comes with luck from far away, my heart finds bliss, and joy regained.

This animal has no legs, no ears, no eyes, and no mouth. But it travels all over the world and helps people communicate.

Good luck!

Animals must be better astronomers than us humans, because they display strange behavior starting about half an hour before the eclipse actually begins, and I never saw a horse looking through a telescope.

Time ago.
Gemstone
Eat diamond.
Horse stop work.
Lion stop hunt.
Cat stop play.
Man start pray.

Good luck!

The answer is: the sunflower.

And while we’re at it, did you ever notice how the sunflower seeds form spirals? Those seeds must be really good at math, because the number of left spirals and the number of right spirals they form are successive Fibonacci numbers . Typically 34 and 55, but may go up to 89 and 144 for large flowers.

How many seeds do you have to eat to account for a flower with 144 spirals?

My many eyes are gray and black.
My head moves forward, then comes back

To greet the fire, when it comes,
And bid the fire farewell, at last.

My crown is fire too, but cold
Unlike the fiery fire of old.

But if you want to see some really creative answers, be sure to read all the comments.

Thousands of years ago, great things doing was I, and visiting me many people were; and today, many people visit me again, though great things no more doing am I.

Good luck!

If a kite flew high enough to leave the atmosphere, what would happen to it?

I fly
So high.

But I don’t fly away
Always with you I stay.

I’m bound to you
Without the glue.

The frogs came from all over the world because it was the Frog Olympic Games, and who wouldn’t want to be there? The frogs have no internet access, no cable TV, no satellites…

The Frog King and Queen were about to light the Olympic Flame, and nobody wanted to miss it .

Thanks to all who commented, and good luck with the next one.

From north and south, from east and west,
A mighty frog army amassed.

So high they jump, so loud they croak,
That I can hear them from home.

Here come the Frog King and his Queen
Holding a lit match in between.

The crowd stops croaking in the night;
All pay attention to the light.

Why are all frogs gathered like that?
What do they want? They wait for what?

Best of luck with this one!

The correct answer was indeed: the dew. Aye, the fresh dew in the summer mornings…

Wonder at dawn;

Air become water.

Good luck!

The previous riddle was cracked by Daisy the Curly Cat, followed by Colin, Deimos Tel`Arin, Wan Kong Yew, and Selene.

Yes indeed, the crocodiles eat stones and rocks and keep them in the stomach, and the stomach muscles can move the stones in such a way as to help digestion (must come in handy when they eat bones ).

See you soon.

I eat rocks and stones.
I eat flesh and bones.

Cold blooded I kill.
The rich like my peel.

Have fun!

Good luck with the next one!

Touch me and I die.

But I never come alone. A million brothers come with me.

We overrun the earth.

See you soon for the next riddle!

Last time we had acelasi post a riddle of his own in the comments. Very nice initiative .

Well, let’s see who cracks this one. Good luck!

When lakes freeze, water flows through this river.

When snow melts and other rivers overflow, this river is dry.

Good luck with the next one!

Children are too busy using me to even notice me. Parents are too busy not using me, but they do notice me in their children, and they wonder when they lost me. They didn’t really lose me, they just don’t have time to look for me. They sometimes find me when they become grandparents.

The “unwell” man (who was actually feeling fine) didn’t speak English, so he couldn’t understand what the man near the window told the flight attendant. The male flight attendant asked him if he wanted to lie down in French, and he accepted. The two other business men were glad because they applied a very basic business principle: they eliminated the middle man.

May your businesses run smoothly!

Three business men on adjacent seats in a plane.

The one sitting near the window calls the flight attendant, and says to her:

“This gentleman here,” discreetly pointing to the man sitting next to him, “isn’t feeling well. Would you ask your male colleague to assist him to the three free seats over there, so he can lie down?”

“Sure, sir, right away,” says the flight attendant, and off she goes.

The business man sitting near the aisle smiles as the male flight attendant arrives and talks in French to the man who wasn’t well, then takes him to lie down on the free seats.

What really happened? Why was the man smiling?

By the way, now that the man has set foot on the Moon, kind of makes you wonder, when will he set foot on the Sun? Whose flag do you think will be there first?

If I die, you die.

Come see me, and you’ll feel good.
But if you stay too long, you will hurt.

Some want me around. Some want me away.

Some take advantage of me. I take advantage of none.
Some bow to me. I bow to none.

Who am I?

By the way, if there were a war between ants and humans, the ants would definitely win it!

See you soon for the next challenge!