Question: Golden treasures I contain, guarded by hundreds and thousands. Stored in a labyrinth where no man walks, yet men come often to seize my gold.
By smoke I am overcome and robbed, then left to build my treasure anew.
Question: I mirror your image
with cold delight;
Falling lighter than air
but cannot be moved;
I am dragged along
yet I feel no pain;
I hide in the darkness
and play in the light.
What am I?
Question: A man lived on the 42 level of his appartment building. Every day when he was off to work he would press the botton to go to the lobby and go down. In the afternoon when he would come back he would push the button to go to the 21st level and then he would take the stairs the rest of the way up.
Why did the man do this?
Answer: Because the man was a midget and he couldnt reach the button to go to the 42nd floor.