| I am a giant, an ancient king With many a jewel by my neck are hanging Then a monster comes, a heartless thief. The bite so bitter brings me grief. It takes my treasure, my riches untold, My rubies, my emeralds, my silver, my gold. What am I? |
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| A man working for a secret organization goes into town, but does not want to be discovered. So he makes up another name. That name was Horobod.
Can you decipher his real name? |
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| High above the lowly earth, and yet I flourish for all I’m worth. I hang between the earth and sky, green or brown as the seasons pass by. As around me all the birds do fly, and just before winter, away go I. Tell me true, what am I? |
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| Two personal pronouns if you take And join them in due order, A herb will name, without mistake, That scents the garden border. |
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