2,066 Medium Riddles With Answers - page 7 of 21
I've been argued on my colour. Without me you'll die. So many attempts on your life use me, so make sure you have many of my "White" friends. What am I?
Blood's true color has long been debated, and red blood cells are essential to survival, working alongside their 'white' counterparts to keep the body alive against constant threats.
Matt is the fiftieth fastest and the fiftieth slowest runner in his school. Assuming no two runners are the same speed, how many runners are in Matt's school?
If Matt is 50th fastest, 49 runners are faster than him, and if he's 50th slowest, 49 are slower - adding Matt himself gives 49 + 49 + 1 = 99 runners total.
Once upon a time there were seven dwarfs who were all brothers. They were all born two years apart. The youngest dwarf is seven years old. How old is his oldest brother?
With seven brothers spaced two years apart and the youngest at 7, the ages run 7, 9, 11, 13, 15, 17, 19 - so the oldest is 19, not the 21 many people mistakenly guess.
There is a clothing store in Bartlesville. The owner has devised his own method of pricing items. A vest costs $20, socks cost $25, a tie costs $15 and a blouse costs $30. Using the method, how much would a pair of underwear cost?
Each price is exactly $5 per letter in the item's name (vest=4 letters=$20, blouse=6 letters=$30), so 'underwear,' with nine letters, costs 9 x $5 = $45.
We travelled the sea far and wide. At one time, two of my sailors were standing on opposite sides of the ship. One was looking west and the other one east. And at the same time, they could see each other clearly. How can that be possible?
Standing back-to-back at opposite ends of the ship (bow and stern), one facing west and the other facing east, they would actually be facing toward each other along the length of the ship and could see one another clearly.
I'm simple for a few people. But hard for them to hear. I live inside of secrets. I bring people's worst fears. What am I?
The truth can be painfully hard for some people to accept, often hides inside secrets, and confronting it is many people's greatest fear.
I have many feathers to help me fly. I have a body and head, but I'm not alive. It is your strength that determines how far I go. You can hold me in your, but I'm never thrown. What am I?
An arrow has feathered fletching to help it fly true, is lifeless wood and metal on its own, and its range depends on the archer's strength - it is shot from a bow, never thrown.
With me you are blind, To others and what they are, Over me you cannot see, Even though I'm in your head, I am full of myself, I think I'm better than you, I'm a horrible thing to be, Can you tell me, What am I?
The official answer is ignorance -- being blind to the truth about others and unaware of one's own blind spots -- though the line "I think I'm better than you" arguably fits arrogance or pride even more closely; the source's stated answer is used here since willful ignorance often produces that same dismissive, superior attitude.
I live in a busy place in the city, I'll let you stay with me for a while, If you don't feed me, I can get you into trouble. What am I?
A parking meter sits on a busy city street, lets you stay parked for the time you've paid, and gets you a ticket - trouble - if you forget to feed it coins.
I am two-faced, but bear one head. Men spill their blood for me. I have no legs but travel widely. I make kings immortal. I am potent when shared; Yet lust for my power keeps me locked away. What am I?
Currency (like coins) is 'two-faced' with heads and tails, people fight and even die over it, it travels the world through trade, and hoarded wealth is often locked away in vaults.
I'm a king that speaks for my country At birth I protected by no one As I grow my father gives me 2 soldiers to protect me As I get matured many more are given to me And at my full age my father gives me 32 white soldiers to guard me and protect me What am I?
The tongue "speaks" for a person, is unprotected at birth, gains "soldiers" (teeth) as a baby grows, and by adulthood is guarded by a full set of 32 white teeth.
I have four wings, but cannot fly, I never laugh and never cry; on the same spot I'm always found, toiling away with little sound. What am I?
A windmill has four rotating blades ('wings') that never carry it anywhere, and it works silently and tirelessly in the same spot.
I love to wake up at noon And help with the many jobs I prefer the countryside to the city I help produce the things you eat What am I?
A farmer can often sleep in later than city workers on any given day, handles countless different chores on the land, and grows the food people eat.
I'm a very valuable thing to have. Use me right now, you should. Yet if you cut off my hindquarters, I'd be but a piece of wood. What am I?
This is a wordplay riddle: "logic" is valuable to use, but if you remove its ending ("-ic," the "hindquarters"), you are left with "log" -- literally a piece of wood.
I have a title and many pages I am a genteel of genteel descent I am a killer veteran of war I am a slave to my lord Pledged to his service.
A knight holds a noble title ("genteel descent"), is a battle-hardened warrior, and is sworn in loyal service to his lord -- the "many pages" evoke both his title and the chivalric records written of him.
Everyone has it. Those who have it least don't know that they have it. Those who have it most wish they had less of it, But not too little or none at all.
Everyone has an age; very young children do not understand the concept of their own age, while the elderly often wish to be younger -- yet nobody truly wants to be an infant again either.
My thunder comes before my lightning. My lightning comes before my rain. And my rain dries all the ground it touches. What am I?
A volcano rumbles like thunder before it flashes fire, and the molten 'rain' of lava that follows scorches and dries out everything it touches.
I am rather large and usually majestic. I am every hue of the rainbow I can eat you, I may heat you, You only wish you could see me. What am I?
Dragons in myth are described as majestic, multicolored creatures that can breathe fire (heat you) and devour people (eat you), yet remain mythical -- something people only wish they could see.
It may only be given, Not taken or bought, What the sinner desires, But the saint does not.
Forgiveness must be freely given by another person -- it cannot be bought or seized -- and it is most desperately sought by those who have sinned rather than by those who have not.
I look flat, but I am deep, Hidden realms I shelter. Lives I take, but food I offer. At times I am beautiful. I can be calm, angry and turbulent. I have no heart, but offer pleasure as well as death. No man can own me, yet I encompass what all men must have.
The ocean looks flat from the surface but harbors vast, hidden depths; it takes lives through drowning yet provides food through fishing, and it belongs to no single person while sustaining all of humanity.
I am slim and tall Many find me desirable and appealing They touch me and I give a false good feeling Once I shine in splendor But only once and then no more For many I am to die for. What am I?
A cigarette is slim, seems glamorous to many, gives smokers a fleeting pleasant feeling, glows brightly only once before burning out, and can ultimately be deadly.
I cannot be felt, seen or touched; Yet I can be found in everybody; My existence is always in debate; Yet there is a style of music named after me.
The soul cannot be seen or touched and its existence is debated by philosophers and scientists alike, and 'soul music' is a real musical genre named after it.
I am made from an animal, Although you nickname me after a different one. You can't eat me; you can only hold me, And once a year a festival is erected in my honor. What am I?
A football is traditionally made of pigskin, nicknamed after that animal rather than the pig itself, and the Super Bowl is the annual festival built around it.
I cut through evil Like a double edged sword, And chaos flees at my approach. Balance I single-handedly upraise, Through battles fought with heart and mind, Instead of with my gaze. What am I?
Justice is traditionally pictured wielding a double-edged sword and holding balanced scales, cutting through wrongdoing through reasoned judgment rather than sight or force.
Thousands lay up gold within this house, But no man made it. Spears past counting guard this house, But no man wards it.
A beehive stores golden honey that no human built, and it is guarded by countless stinging 'spears' - the bees themselves - with no separate watchman needed.
A hundred brothers lie next to each other; Each white and fine - they've only one spine. I am the tongue that lies between two. Remove me to gather their wisdom to you.
The 'hundred brothers' sharing one spine are a book's pages, and the bookmark is the flat 'tongue' slipped between two of them to hold your place.
They can be harbored, but few hold water, You can nurse them, but only by holding them against someone else, You can carry them, but not with your arms, You can bury them, but not in the earth.
A grudge is something people figuratively 'harbor,' 'nurse,' 'carry,' and 'bury' (as in burying the hatchet) - none of these are literal physical actions.
Without a bridle, or a saddle, across a thing I ride a-straddle. And those I ride, by help of me, though almost blind, are made to see. What am I?
You ride glasses on the bridge of your nose (not a real bridle or saddle), and they help people who are almost blind to see.
Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
A tree's bare branches ("fingers") show in winter's cold, it's covered in green leaves ("emerald glove") through summer, and it turns golden in the fall in between.
They try to beat me, they try in vain. And when I win, I end the pain.
People fight against death, but it's a battle no one ultimately wins, and for the terminally ill or suffering, death's arrival can mean an end to their pain.
A precious stone, as clear as diamond. Seek it out while the sun's near the horizon. Though you can walk on water with its power, try to keep it, and it'll vanish in an hour.
Ice sparkles like a clear gem, forms best in cold conditions like sunrise or sunset, is solid enough to walk on across water, but melts away quickly once you try to hold onto it.
They made me a mouth, but didn't give me breath. Water gives me life, but the sun brings me death.
A snowman is built with a mouth (often coal or stones) but doesn't breathe, is formed from packed snow (frozen water), and inevitably melts away once the sun warms it.
It cannot be seen, it cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt, Lies behind stars and under hills, and empty holes it fills. Comes first follows after, Ends life kills laughter.
Darkness is undetectable by any of the senses, exists beyond starlight and beneath the ground, fills empty spaces, precedes and follows every moment of light, and can figuratively "end life" and snuff out joy.
I can generate fear and some say I come out of your ears. I am as quiet as a mouse but not welcomed in the house. What am I?
Smoke can trigger fear (a house fire), the saying "smoke coming out of your ears" describes anger, it drifts silently, and no one wants smoke filling their house.
I can be quick and then I'm deadly, I am a rock, shell and bone medley. If I was made into a man, I'd make people dream, I gather in my millions By ocean, sea and stream.
Sand can shift quickly and even be deadly as "quicksand," it's made of ground-up rock, shell, and bone fragments, forms the Sandman of dreams when personified, and collects by the billions of grains along oceans, seas, and streams.
This thing all things devours, Birds, beasts, trees, and flowers. Gnaws iron bites steel, Grinds hard stones to meal, Slays king, ruins town, And beats high mountain down.
This classic riddle describes time, which wears away everything -- living things, iron, steel, stone, kings, and mountains -- given enough of it.
Thirty men and ladies two, gathered for a festive do; Dressed quite formal, black and white; soon movement turned to nasty fight.
A chess set has 32 pieces total, including two queens ("ladies"), all dressed in formal black-and-white, and the friendly-looking setup quickly turns into a strategic battle.
Of these things I have two. One for me and one for you. And when you ask about the price, I simply smile and nod twice.
The riddle personifies the idea of sharing, giving one of a pair to someone else, and notes that sharing has no price, only a warm smile in return; this poem's imagery is a fairly abstract match for its stated answer.
When it shines, its light is hazy. Makes the oceans swell like crazy. It makes moods seem more romantic, But it makes the ladies frantic.
Moonlight is hazy, the moon's gravity causes ocean tides ("makes oceans swell"), and moonlit nights are classically associated with romance -- and, in old folklore, with women's monthly cycles ("frantic").
I march before armies, a thousand salute me. My fall can bring victory, but no one would shoot me. The wind is my lover, one-legged am I. Name me and see me at home in the sky. What am I?
A flag leads troops into battle and is saluted by soldiers, lowering it can symbolize surrender or victory, it flutters for the wind, stands on a single pole ("one-legged"), and belongs flying high in the sky.
A warrior amongst the flowers, he bears a thrusting sword. He uses it whenever he must, to defend his golden hoard. What am I?
A bee flits among flowers armed with a stinger ("sword") it uses in defense, protecting the honey ("golden hoard") stored in its hive.
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.
A river winds through the landscape, carves canyons through even the tallest mountains over time, rushes and gurgles like a fountain, snakes across the land, and empties into a lake or sea.
My children are near and far. No matter that I know where they are. The gift I give them make their day. But if I were gone they would wander away.
The sun "knows" the position of every planet in its solar family through gravity, gifts them light and warmth, and without its pull, the planets would drift off into space instead of orbiting.
Used to wield power and glory, yet results were rather gorey, When it wrote our human story. In the eyes of wiser men, it is weaker than a pen.
Swords were once used to seize power through bloodshed and shaped history, yet the saying "the pen is mightier than the sword" holds that words ultimately have more lasting influence.
I have an eye but cannot see, You'll head inside when you see me.
A storm (especially a hurricane) has a calm center called an "eye," and when one is approaching, people head indoors for safety.
So beautiful and cold, So young and yet so old, Alive but always dead, Still hungry when has fed, Will die if it is bled, Or you cut off its head.
A vampire is described as an ageless, cold "undead" being that's perpetually hungry no matter how much it feeds, and can be destroyed by losing its blood or being beheaded.
I have palms but not on hands, I offer foods from distant lands, When at my peak you'll see me smoke, I'm famous for my friendly folk, My flowers grow and yet they lay, There's fire where a man will play. What am I?
Hawaii is dotted with palm trees, imports goods from distant lands, features an active smoking volcano, and is known worldwide for its friendly 'aloha' culture and beaches ('fire' referring to lava).
They keep secrets locked away. And you pass through them each day. For each one there is a key, They respond to sesame.
Doors keep rooms and their contents private, are passed through constantly, are opened with keys, and the phrase "open sesame" from Ali Baba's tale famously commanded a door to unlock.
It starts at the earth's end and brink, Filled with water you can't drink. Has a color, just like ink, Walk into it and you'll sink.
The riddle describes the sea: it seems to begin at the horizon ("earth's end"), its saltwater can't be drunk, it's often dark like ink, and you'll sink if you walk into it.
They belong to me; they belong to you; They can make you feel happy or make you feel blue; They never end until the day you do.
Everyone has their own private thoughts, which can swing between joy and sadness, and they keep running through your mind for as long as you're alive.
I have a little sister, they call her Peep, Peep; She wades the waters deep, deep, deep; She climbs the mountains high, high, high; Poor little creature she has but one eye.
This classic nursery riddle describes a star: it seems to "wade" reflected deep in water and "climb" high over mountain peaks, and its single point of twinkling light is its one "eye."
I am killer of trees but people need me. I can be blown away by a breeze and I have been here since ancient Greece. What am I?
Paper is made from trees, is light enough to blow away in the wind, and paper-like writing materials date back to ancient civilizations.
Six legs, two heads, Two hands, one long nose. Yet he uses only four legs Wherever he goes.
Combine a horse (four legs, one head, one nose) with its rider (two legs, one head, two hands) and you get a horseman with six legs and two heads total -- though only the horse's four legs actually touch the ground.
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
A castle is ringed by a water-filled moat ("halo of water"), has a wooden drawbridge ("tongue"), stone walls ("skin"), short towers reaching skyward, and inside, generations of people have lived and died.
I lack much reason, but often rhyme, And require logic to pass the time, To get the words to tell your kin, Look for clues that lie within, Though all are different, they act the same, The answer is practically in the name.
A riddle doesn't always make logical sense but often rhymes, needs logical clue-hunting to solve, and this description is itself a riddle -- self-referential right down to "the answer is in the name."
Silently I drink and dive in fluids dark as night. I beat the mighty warrior but never in fight. The black blood in my veins your thirst for knowledge slakes. My spittle is more venomous than that of poison snakes.
A pen "drinks" dark ink silently, and though it never physically fights, "the pen is mightier than the sword," outlasting warriors -- its ink quenches thirst for knowledge, and its words can be sharper and more damaging than any venom.
I can fill a room but take up no space. Look out at night, and I am in no place. What am I?
Light can fill an entire room without physically taking up any volume, and once night falls and the source is gone, it's simply nowhere to be found.
When liquid splashes me, none seeps through. When I am moved a lot, liquid I spew. When I am hit, color I change. And color, I come in quite a range. What I cover is very complex, And I am very easy to flex.
Skin is waterproof against splashes yet sweats liquid when you're active, bruises and changes color when struck, comes in a wide range of tones, covers the body's complex systems, and stretches easily.
Black within and red without, With four corners round about. What am I?
A chimney is blackened with soot on the inside, often built from red brick on the outside, and typically has a square, four-cornered shape.
A most delicious thing. It can be given but cannot be kept. Some awake from it after they've slept. It is the moistest and softest butterfly wing, But when it is the last even it can sting.
A kiss can be given but never kept for yourself, can wake someone (as in fairy tales) from sleep, and while usually soft and sweet, a final one - the 'kiss of death' or goodbye - can sting.
I think you live beneath a roof that is upheld by me; I think you seldom walk abroad, but my fair form you see; I close you in on every side, you very dwelling pave, and probably I'll go with you at last into the grave.
Wood forms the beams that hold up a roof, the floors you walk on, the walls that enclose a room, and traditionally the coffin a person is buried in.
For me, much blood has been shed. I have two faces but only bear one head. What am I?
A coin has two sides -- heads and tails -- yet only one is called "heads," and throughout history people have fought and died over money.
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.
Stairs (often carpeted, "under cover") lead you up and down between floors you haven't yet reached, with a flat landing partway, and kids love bounding up and down them far more than adults do.
My life is often a volume of grief, your help is needed to turn a new leaf. Stiff is my spine and my body is pale. But I'm always ready to tell a tale.
A book can be filled with sad ('grief') stories across many volumes, has pages ('leaves') a reader turns, a rigid spine, and pale paper, and it's always ready to be read.
It gives everything and then takes it away, It governs destinies and fates, It changes and it never waits, It rules the cards and dice each day, Is part of any game we play.
Chance can hand you good fortune only to snatch it back, shifts unpredictably, and is the invisible force ruling every roll of the dice, deal of cards, and outcome in a game.
Hard to catch, easy to hold. Can't be seen, unless it's cold.
You can't physically catch your breath in your hands, but you 'hold your breath' easily, and it becomes visible as vapor only in cold weather.
Some try to hide, some try to cheat, but time will show, we always will meet. Try as you might, to guess my name, I promise you'll know when you I do claim.
No one can outrun or outwit death forever -- eventually everyone meets it, and there's no mistaking the moment when it finally comes for you.
It is by nature, soft as silk; A puffy cloud, white as milk; Snow tops this tropical crop; The dirtiest part of a mop.
Cotton fibers are soft and silky, grow in fluffy white puffs on the plant, and are used both in mop heads (traditionally cotton strands) and in the fabric of countless everyday textiles.
My voice is tender, my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go, I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say.
A violin has a soft tone and a slim, curved waist, and it can only produce sound when its bow is drawn across the strings.
Though I do not speak, I oft impart The secret wishes of the heart; I may deceive, may make amends, May create foes, and yet make friends. The harshest anger I can disarm, Such is the power of my charm.
A smile is silent but speaks volumes, can be genuine or fake, wins friends or provokes suspicion, and often has the power to melt away even the harshest anger.
Written on with words of white, Has the color of the night, Is the teacher's best delight, And a student's daily fright.
A blackboard is dark like night with lessons chalked on it in white, beloved by teachers for instruction but dreaded by students called up to solve a problem on it.
I'm a slippery fish in a cloudy sea; Neither hook nor spear will capture me; With your hand you must hunt down this fish, to see that it ends up in the dish.
A wet bar of soap slips around in cloudy, sudsy bathwater like a fish, and the only way to catch it is by hand, eventually setting it back in its dish.
Take me for a spin and I'll make you cool, but use me when it's cool and you're a fool. What am I?
Switching on a fan cools you off in the heat, but running it when it's already cold out is pointless -- and "spin" is a pun on the fan's spinning blades.
A book once owned by the wealthy, now rare to find. Never for sale and often left behind. What am I?
Printed phonebooks were once a household staple even among the wealthy, but they're now obsolete -- rarely found, never sold, and usually just abandoned on a doorstep.
It holds no blessings in disguise. Its rhymes are aimed at your demise, it's cast only to ruin, Whatever you are doin'.
A curse is spoken (often in rhyme, like an incantation) with the sole purpose of bringing misfortune and ruin, never hidden good luck.
A dragon's tooth in a mortal's hand, I kill, I maim, I divide the land.
A sword's blade is sharp and fang-like as a dragon's tooth, and in human hands it has historically killed, maimed, and carved up territory in conquest.
What points the way without a hand. It floats on water but exists on land?
A magnetic compass needle points north without any hand to guide it, and while a compass is used on land, its floating needle design works because it can also float on water.
I'm sometimes white and always wrong. I can break a heart and hurt the strong. I can build love or tear it down. I can make a smile or bring a frown.
A "white lie" is still a lie at its core, and lies -- whether cruel or well-intentioned -- can devastate relationships or, in rare cases, be told to protect someone's feelings.
In we go, out we go. All around and in a row. Always, always steady flow. When we'll stop, you'll never known. In we go, out we go.
Tides flow in and out along the shoreline in a steady, predictable rhythm, governed by the moon, and they never stop cycling in and out.
An outcome already written, Fight it and you'll be smitten. By it you may be blessed, Or put up to the test, And take you places you'd have never guessed.
Destiny is often described as already written, resisting it only leads to trouble, and it can lead you to blessings, trials, or places you never imagined -- whether you fight it or not.
Snake coiled round and round. Snake deep below the ground. Snake that's never had a head. Snake that binds but not with dread.
A coiled rope looks like a snake, is used to bind things down or below ground, but of course has no head and poses no real threat.
His is no small athletic feat, Has to stay nimble on his feet, To fight and his opponents beat, And taste sweet victory, not grim defeat.
A boxer must be quick on his feet and physically fit to outmaneuver and defeat opponents in the ring, chasing the sweetness of victory over the sting of defeat.
I view the world in little space, Am always changing place; No food I eat, but, by my power, Procure what millions do devour.
The sun appears as a small disc in the sky and seems to move across it daily, and though it eats nothing itself, its energy grows the food that feeds millions.
Only one color, but not one size. Stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies. Present in sun, but not in rain. Doing no harm, and feeling no pain.
A shadow is always black but changes size, stays attached to your feet yet can stretch and "fly" across the ground, and only appears in sunlight, vanishing on a rainy, overcast day.
You deal with them and they deal chance, They show you your future at a glance. You play them and they play you back, And win or lose, They go back in their pack.
Playing cards are dealt out in games of chance, tarot-style cards can claim to foretell your future, and whether you win or lose a hand, the cards are always gathered back into the deck.
My uses are changing, but I still remain the same. My interior is quiet, and stories are my game. What am I?
A library has evolved over time -- from books to digital media -- but it's still a quiet place devoted to housing and sharing stories.
Sometimes dark and sometimes bright, I make my way among twinkling lights. Seas and oceans obey my call, yet mountains I cannot move at all. My face is marred and gray, but I'm majestic anyway. What am I?
The moon shifts between dark new phases and bright full ones, governs the ocean tides, yet has no pull on mountains, its scarred gray face still lending it a majestic presence in the night sky.
You seek it out, when your hunger is ripe. It sits on four legs, and smokes a pipe. What is it?
You head to the stove when you're hungry to cook, and an old wood or coal stove rests on four legs with a chimney pipe venting smoke like it's puffing away.
Though blind as well, can lead the blind well.
A cane itself has no sight, yet a blind person's white cane is exactly what helps guide them safely as they navigate the world.
I don't think or eat or slumber. Or move around or fear thunder. Just like you I look the same but I can't harm you or be your bane.
A doll resembles a person but does none of the things living people do -- no thinking, eating, sleeping, or moving -- and being lifeless, it poses no threat at all.
I can invent dreams or open the skies. It's easy to use me, just close your eyes. What am I?
Closing your eyes lets your imagination take over, conjuring dreams and letting you picture entire worlds -- including the open sky -- without ever leaving your seat.
I can bring back the dead and a tear to your eye. A stir of emotions will follow close by. What am I?
Memories let you relive moments with people who have passed away, and revisiting them -- happy or sad -- often stirs up powerful emotion and tears.
Although a human shape I wear, Mother I never had; And though no sense nor life I share, in finest silks I'm clad. By every miss I'm valued much, beloved and highly prized; still my cruel fate is such by boys I am often despised.
A doll has a human shape but no mother, mind, or life; girls ("misses") cherish and dress it in fine clothes, while boys traditionally tend to look down on playing with one.
Brown I am and much admired; many horses have I tried; tire a horse and worry a man; tell me this riddle if you can.
A brown leather saddle is fitted and "tried" on many horses, and its weight tires the horse while a poor fit worries the rider trying to solve the problem.
Some live in me, some live on. And some shave me to stride upon. I rarely leave my native land. Until my death I always stand. High and low I may be found. Both above and below ground.
A tree houses animals inside its hollows and on its branches, is felled and planed into wooden walkways to "stride upon," stays rooted in one place its whole life, and grows both above ground and underground as roots.
Small was my stature, but my success was great. Until I entered Belgium to be handed my fate. Who am I?
Napoleon Bonaparte was famously short in stature and hugely successful as a conqueror, until his final defeat at the Battle of Waterloo in Belgium sealed his fate.
I am long and thin and make things right. I will repair your mistake but watch my bite. What am I?
A sewing needle is thin and long, mends torn fabric ("makes things right"), but its sharp point can prick your finger if you're not careful.
Crooked as a rainbow, and slick as a plate, Ten thousand horses can't pull it straight.
A river winds in curves like a rainbow and has a smooth, slick surface, and no amount of pulling force can straighten its natural course.
As I was going through a field of wheat, I found something good to eat; It wasn't fish or flesh or bone; I kept it till it ran alone.
This classic riddle describes finding an egg, which is neither fish, meat, nor bone -- and after being kept warm, it hatched into a chick that could run off on its own.
Found in pizza but also the sky. You'll know I'm around when I'm close by. What am I?
A pizza is shaped like a circle, and the riddle's last line plays on the phrase "close by" sounding like "around" — a pun on the shape circling back on itself.