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The sun bakes them, the hand breaks them, the foot treads on them, and the mouth tastes them.
The moon is my father. The sea is my mother. I have a million brothers. I die when I reach land.
What has two hands, a round face, always runs, but stays in place?
Ten men's strength, ten men's length. Ten men can't break it, yet a young boy walks off with it.
Walk on the living, they donโt even mumble, Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?