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Riddle:
What word does not belong in the following: Cop, Mop chop, or caps?
Answer: Or!
Riddle:
There's one "sport" in which neither the spectators nor the participants know the score or the leader until the contest ends.
What is it?
Answer: Boxing.
Riddle:
What happens to the dog when it stands in front of the hot sun?
Answer: It becomes a hotdog.
Riddle:
We are three brothers, running behind each other. Always running round our mother: one after the other, yet no matter how fast we run, we never touches each other. What are we?
Answer: Fan blades.
Riddle:
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.
What am I?
Answer: A beehive.
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I sit here collecting dust, I can wait forever to open me and you will not be disappointed, I can make you laugh, cry, and sad, I contain all the knowledge of the world, let me take you to a faraway land. What am I?
Answer: A book.
Riddle:
I am a two-digit number. All my digits are even. No two digits are the same. None of my digits are prime numbers. I am not a multiple of ten. My tens digit is bigger than my other numbers. If you followed all the previous steps, there should be three options remaining the number is the option where if you add all the digits it's exactly in the middle (in how big the number is) of all the other options with their digits added together. What number am I?
Answer: If you followed all the steps apart from the last one there will be three options remaining: 64, 84, and 86. You then had to add up the digits, 64=6+4=10, 84=8+4=12, and 86=8+6=14. Finally, you then had to take up the middle biggest number (12) and put it back as it was before the digits were added together and your answer should be 84.
Riddle:
I cannot be felt, seen or touched; Yet I can be found in everybody; My existence is always in debate, Yet I have my own style of music.
What Am I?
Answer: I am a soul.
Riddle:
They can trickle down, They can tickle too. Or make you sneeze, Or comfort you. Their rustling sound, you've rarely heard, Unless you're a pillow or a bird! What are they?
Answer: They are feathers.
