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Riddle:
I have one eye but cannot see. No teeth, and yet I bite. My voice can whisper softly or can keep you up all night. P.S. This riddle is meant to be heard, not read. As such, please read it aloud and figure it out from there, to grasp the answer. What am I?
Answer: "Wind" - Reasoning: "Eye" sounds like "i", and the fact that the answer "cannot see" hints that this is the case. Wind, especially high wind, can feel biting, and in literature, the wind is often said to bring a "biting cold", or similar. The voice of the wind is depicted as being quiet or loud, depending on how strong the wind is. Loud winds are often associated with keeping people up during the night.
Riddle:
From a tent, with my band, a sickness I induce. Not a camper, not a musician, not an illness. With my paint, wearing tailored clothes, my remedy heals all. Not an artist, not a tailor, not a doctor. Along follow sharp knives and teeth, to some a gift and others a nightmare. Not a cop, not a zookeeper, not a dream. What am I?
Answer: A clown. performes in a tent with other performers(clowns,animals,knife jugglers), makes people laugh, many find clowns funny or frightening.
Riddle:
A young woman owns two horses, a plane, a gun, a tape with many markings, and a machine with sharp teeth which she uses almost every day. She does not use any of these for transportation or for self-defense (although the gun is loaded), but she does rely on all of these items to meet her financial needs. What does this young woman do for a living, and why does she need this strange assortment of objects?
Answer: The young woman is a carpenter. She uses her two sawhorses, her carpenter’s plane, her nail gun, her tape measure, and her circular saw almost every day as she works to earn a living.
Riddle:
My first is found on the ocean wave, In the spring, the pit, and the mine; My second below earth's surface you have, Where seldom the sun can shine. My whole your dinner-table must grace, And seldom fails to obtain a place.
What am I?
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