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They made me a mouth, but didn't give me breath. Water gives me life, but the sun brings me death.
I am cracked by Indiana Jones. What am I?
I am never quite what I appear to be. Straight-forward I seem, but it's only skin deep. For mystery most often lies beneath my simple speech. Sharpen your wits, open your eyes, look beyond my exteriors, read me backwards, forwards, upside down. Think and answer the question...
My coat keeps me safe From damage thatβs near. I cause you happiness, sadness, Anticipation and fear. On the outside, I am put under judgment of price. But my insides have far more value That not even MONEY can suffice.
Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.
You can always find me in the past. I am created in the present, but the future can not change me. What am I?