Top Rated Riddles of All Time
You can tumble in it,
Roll in it, Burn it,
Animals eat it,
Used to cover floors,
Still used beyond stall doors.
Freshens whatever it is placed on,
Absorbs whatever is poured into it.
What is it?
At the sound of me, men may dream
Or stamp their feet
At the sound of me, women may laugh
Or sometimes weep.
Though I should be unique, you've made most of us the same. I would be stronger, if my characters were stranger.
What calls for help, when written in capital letters, is the same forwards, backwards and upside down?
I can be smooth as silk when you touch me
Yet hard as rock when you hit me
I can be crystal clear
Or dark as pitch
I can be still and silent
Or I can rumble and roar.
What am I ?
What does man love more than life
Fear more than death or mortal strife
What the poor have, the rich require,
and what contented men desire,
What the miser spends and the spendthrift saves
And all men carry to their graves?
I look flat, but I am deep,
Hidden realms I shelter.
Lives I take, but food I offer.
At times I am beautiful.
I can be calm, angry and turbulent.
I have no heart, but offer pleasure as well as death.
No man can own me, yet I encompass what all men must have.
A simple peasant is has bought a number of camels and is taking them to his farm. As he rides contentedly along he counts them, he counts 29. He was sure he had bought 30 camel, so in alarm he jumps off his camel and counts the camels gain. To his delight there are 30.
Half an hour later, he counts his camels and once more there are just 29. Confused, he climbs off his camel and counts again. Once more there are 30. Can you explain?