Chapter+8+-+Alice+RIDDLES

the sun || Your Word || A Towel || The Letter M
 * I am taken from a mine, and shut up in a wooden case, from which I am never released, and yet I am used by almost everybody. ||
 * What goes round the house and in the house but never touches the house?
 * >  What is it that you can keep after giving it to someone else?
 * What walks all day on its head? ||
 * What gets wet when drying?
 * What comes once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a thousand years?

|| A Siv?? || footsteps || Counterfeit Money!! || my son? || a fly || a shoe?? || bark on the tree || A watch || a chicken in an egg! || Earth, Fire, Water, and Wind || The Rain || Scissors || Noise || sawdust || Your Name || Silence || A wedding ring || a hole in your jeans??? =) || The Letter S  || Deck of cards!  || Eyes  || Sponge  || A Snail! They are so cute!  || An Echo  ||  || one of those Branding Rods!  || A Riddle  ||
 * What is round as a dishpan, deep as a tub, and still the oceans couldn't fill it up?
 * There were five men going to church and it started to rain. The four that ran got wet and the one that stood still stayed dry. ||
 * The more you take, the more you leave behind. What are they?
 * He who has it doesn't tell it. He who takes it doesn't know it. He who knows it doesn't want it. What is it?
 * Brothers and sisters have I none but that man's father is my father's son.
 * Who spends the day at the window, goes to the table for meals and hides at night?
 * I bind it and it walks. I loose it and it stops.
 * What goes round and round the wood but never goes into the wood?
 * I went to the city, I stopped there, I never went there, and I came back again.
 * I have a little house in which I live all alone. It has no doors or windows, and if I want to go out I must break through the wall.
 * Scarcely was the father in this world when the son could be found sitting on the roof. ||
 * There are four brothers in this world that were all born together. The first runs and never wearies. The second eats and is never full. The third drinks and is always thirsty. The fourth sings a song that is never good.
 * A cloud was my mother, the wind is my father, my son is the cool stream, and my daughter is the fruit of the land. A rainbow is my bed, the earth my final resting place, and I'm the torment of man.
 * Poke your fingers in my eyes and I will open wide my jaws. Linen cloth, quills, or paper, my greedy lust devours them all.
 * What is that which goes with a carriage, comes with a carriage, is of no use to a carriage, and yet the carriage cannot go without it?
 * It stands on one leg with its heart in its head. ||
 * It's been around for millions of years, but it's no more than a month old. What is it? ||
 * A white dove flew down by the castle. Along came a king and picked it up handless, ate it up toothless, and carried it away wingless. ||
 * As I went across the bridge, I met a man with a load of wood which was neither straight nor crooked. What kind of wood was it?
 * What belongs to you but others use it more than you do?
 * What goes up the chimney down, but can't go down the chimney up? ||
 * What is it that you will break even when you name it?
 * What fastens two people yet touches only one?
 * What is it the more you take away the larger it becomes?
 * I am the beginning of sorrow, and the end of sickness. You cannot express happiness without me, yet I am in the midst of crosses. I am always in risk, yet never in danger. You may find me in the sun, but I am never out of darkness.
 * What is put on a table, cut, but never eaten?
 * Who are the two brothers who live on opposite sides of the road yet never see each other?
 * What holds water yet is full of holes?
 * Though it is not an ox, it has horns; though it is not an ass, it has a pack-saddle; and wherever it goes it leaves silver behind. What is it?
 * Lives without a body, hears without ears, speaks without a mouth, to which the air alone gives birth.
 * A hundred-year-old man and his head one night old.
 * What goes into the water red and comes out black?
 * When one does not know what it is, then it is something; but when one knows what it is, then it is nothing.
 * When one does not know what it is, then it is something; but when one knows what it is, then it is nothing.