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A cowboy rode into Friday. He stayed in town for three days and rode back on friday. How is that possible?
What I am filled, I can point the way. When I am empty. Nothing moves me. I have two skins. One without and one within.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?
As I walked along the path I saw something with four fingers and one thumb, but it was not flesh, fish, bone or fowl.
It floats over the land, It cuts the tallest mountain, Its voice is like a fountain, Its body like a snake, Will flow into a lake.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?