Riddle: White we are, strong we are; but can be easily shaken and weakened, easily stained and dirtied; None was found at first, then one appeared; afterward, more are seen and thirty-two appear at last, we all stand waiting for our prey. The food you eat is our prey and we all are in you. What are we?
Riddle: I pass by and keep your body cool; I am always around you, Every man feels me, everyone needs me; Yet none can ever see me; I am always outside, Yet one of the many people on your head receives me in. What am I?
Riddle: There are two moms and two daughters. One mom is the daughters mom. The other mom is the mom's mom. One daughter is the mom for the little daughter. One daughter is the little daughter. How many people are all together?
Riddle: I have many purposes for everyone, maybe a home, maybe some fun. I grow really tall and live a long time but once I get too old I just fall down and die. What am I?