| I am tied up at least once a day And forced to carry ten nails. I work diligently without any pay And follow your many trails. I do not smell very well What am I? |
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| My history is long in telling, Though my origins are unknown. I watch the tender earth most carefully, Clothed in discards long disowned. I guard against the raucous poachers, Praying for a gust of wind that will animate my lifeless form. The autumn winds will signal the completion of my job. Maybe if I had a brain I’d choose to move south for the winter. Who am I? |
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| I’m called by three letters Though I have a long name. I’m in all of you, But I’m never the same. I’m all coiled up I could be the root |
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| Removing an appendix is called an appendectomy, removing tonsils is called a tonsillectomy. What is it called when they remove a growth from your head? |
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| A monk has a very specific ritual for climbing up the steps to the temple. First, he climbs up to the middle step and meditates for 1 minute. Then he climbs up 8 steps and faces east until he hears a bird singing. Then he walks down 12 steps and picks up a pebble. He takes one step up and tosses the pebble over his left shoulder. Now, he walks up the remaining steps three at a time, which only takes him 9 paces.
How many steps are there? |
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