Answer:
A slow, solemn square-dance of warriors feinting. One by one they fall, warriors fainting, thirty-two on sixty-four.
The one who makes it, sells it. The one who buys it, never uses it. The one that uses it never knows that he’s using it.
Hoofed frolicking.
Feed me and I live, give me drink and I die.
A certain wizard resided in a city made from this gemstone.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?