Answer:
The one who makes it, sells it. The one who buys it, never uses it. The one that uses it never knows that heβs using it.
Feed me and I live, give me drink and I die.
What has 13 hearts but none beat?
What surrounds the world, yet dwells within a thimble?
The eight of us move forth and back. To protect our king from the foes attack.
What did the baby corn say to its mother?