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When the son of the water returns to the parent, it dies. What is it?
To unravel me you need a simple key, no key that was made by locksmith's hand. But a key that only I will understand.
If all Wibbles are Criggles, all Borkins are Kwumblins, no Hoggles are Borkins, and all Criggles are Borkins, is it true that all Borkins are Criggles?
It has no top or bottom, but it can hold flesh, bones, and blood all at the same time.
Upon me you can tread, though softly under cover. And I will take you places, that you have yet to discover. I'm high, and I'm low, though flat in the middle. And though a joy to the children, adults think of me little.
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.