Fence. Fences keep ne’er-do-wells out and protect people inside. A fence is a person who buys stolen goods to later resell them for a profit. Those who fence practice the sport of fencing. En garde! And people don’t like it when you sit on the fence in a heated debate. (Believe me, I speak from experience)
You dance in a circle of joined hands, And though they spin away I can always see your face, In the world, no matter where I am, One look at you and I know my place.
An analogue clock is a circle, and the hands of a clock are joined at the middle. The hands can point away from you, but the clock face is always visible. No matter where you are in the world, you can probably find a clock. “One look at you and I know my place…in time!”
Thanks to Helena for creating this and sending it in.
I have many feathers to help me fly. I have a body and head but I’m not alive. Your strength determines how far I go. You can hold me in your hand, but I’m never thrown.
What looks like food, tastes like food, smells like food, sounds like food when you cook it, is grown in dirt like food, fills up your stomach like food, but is not food?
A poisonous mushroom. Since some types of mushrooms are edible, it can be very hard to distinguish between a safe mushroom and one that will kill you. Food is defined as a substance consumed to provide nutrition, therefore a poisonous mushroom that kills you doesn’t qualify as food, even though it shares all of the traits of a regular mushroom.
Other valid answers include anything that’s edible, resembles food, but is poisonous.
Merle was checking out at the grocery store. Ethel, a friendly cashier, said the total was $63.59. He gave her a $100 bill and she began laughing as she counted out his change. Then she gave him a high five and Merle left the store chuckling.
Milton was out for a walk when it started to rain. He did not have an umbrella and wasn’t wearing a hat. His clothes were soaked, yet not a single hair on his head got wet. How did this happen?
Milton sadly suffers from alopecia, more commonly known as baldness. The old coot was as bald as a ping pong ball, leaving not a single hair on his head to get wet.
What is it that speaks without any words? And can be loudly and distinctly heard? Will drive away friend, and foe alike. And is enough to make a stolid man’s face alight?