Riddle: Three Brothers share a family sport, a nonstop marathon. The oldest one is fat and short And trudges slowly on. The middle brother's tall and slim, and keeps a steady pace The youngest runs just like the wind, going swiftly through the race "He's young in years, we let him run," the other brothers say. "Though he is surely number one, he's also second in a way. What are we?
Riddle: We are little Verbal creatures. Each of us with different features. The first of us in glass is set. The second you can find in jet. The third is trapped in tin. The fourth is boxed within. Now the fifth may try and hide, but it can never leave your side. An adopted sibling we also have but, he only appears when pigs fly. What are we?
Riddle: A blanket of crystals that covers all. Nothing can escape its fall. It will put you to sleep in a harsh way, and you will never again see the day It's on the earth always and forever, part of our lives leaving, never. Floats and falls like little butterflies. Catch them and they will surely die. What am I?
Riddle: Every famine begins with me. Each fight I'll be the first you see. Though food can never come without, what forest fire beginnings are all about. Fears begin with me it is true, and when I come I'll bring flames for you. But with the hungry I wont be found. Yet with each new life I'll be around. What am I?
Riddle: It's true I am hot and cold, and I'm always with the old. Youth requires what life does not see, and the heart of groups requires me. I stand alone within all holes, never to see the light of day. Let my turmoil bring you joy since I don't ever make you pay. What am I?
Riddle: I come in rolls and sometimes stacks. I can be colored, plain or black. Born from the earth alive and well, then I'm chopped and changed so none can tell. Forced to endure your mistakes. Left with marks all over my clean face. Rocks lose to me I'm told, and I have been used to endure your cold. What am I?