Silver tears falling down, Nature’s clear imposter, Sparkling, shining like a gown, Adorn an elephant or horse, Silver, PVC or even lead, Bringing cheer to all around, For such a simple thread.
Tinsel emulates icicles, which are like tears and are clear in nature. Tinsel sparkles and shines, and is used to adorn elephants and horses in India. Tinsel is made from silver, PVC and was once made from lead. Tinsel brings back fond memories to many (including myself) and represents far more than a simple metallic thread would normally warrant.
You’re riding a horse. To the right of you is a cliff and in front of you is an elephant moving at the same pace and you can’t overtake it. To the left of you is a hippo running at the same speed and a lion is chasing you. How do you get to safety?
You want to go on an adventure to the remote city of Chenarz, but it’s 120 miles off the Pacific coast. To conserve money, take the smallest number of people as possible. Each person can carry enough food for five days but you can only travel 30 miles a day. You want to reach Chenarz, stay overnight, and return the next day. How many people, including yourself, must you take to reach the city?
You will need three other members in your party to accomplish your mission for a total of four people.
Four people × 5 day’s rations = 20 day’s rations.
Day 1: 5 rations – Four day’s rations are used. One person goes back using one day’s ration for the return trip. Day 2: 5 rations – Remaining three members use three day’s rations. One goes back using two day’s rations for the return trip. Day 3: 5 rations – Remaining two use two day’s rations. One goes back using three day’s rations for the return trip. Day 4: 1 ration – You use one day’s rations. You reach the city and stay the night. Day 5: 4 rations – You return to the coast using up four day’s rations.
I never was, am always to be. No one ever saw me, nor ever will. And yet I am the confidence of all, To live and breathe on this terrestrial ball. What am I?
I hear a lot And I say a lot Few ever look for me And even fewer ever hear me I hide in plain sight Whether its day or night To help is all I want But most like to bend me And as if they had a wand Never again shall anyone find me They do this to control Without realizing the high price of a soul But when I’m least expected They’d rather be protected For there shall be no place to hide What am I?
It’s against the rules for you to play fair, I always win but you don’t care, I’ve ruined lives and crushed dreams, But the allure is too much it seems.
A casino. If you use methods to make the odds more fair to you, they kick you out. The house always wins, yet people continue to play. Gambling has ruined countless lives and crushed dreams of making millions, but the hope of winning continues to draw people in.
A windmill. The typical windmill, like the ones Don Quixote chased, have four vanes or sails. You might even say they look like wings. Windmills don’t have emotions, so they can’t laugh or cry. And since they don’t have actual wings, windmills don’t get off the ground. A well-oiled little bugger won’t make a peep.
