A pencil. It’s wooden, is covered in paint and the output of a pencil in the form of writing or art can make you laugh or cry. And graphite is the dark part inside.
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, I’m sure you know we’re family, You’re welcome to come stay with me.
Five kinds of flowers grow in separate gardens on five different streets. Here is what you know:
1. The Smiths do not grow violets. 2. The Morgans grow peonies and do not live on 2nd street. 3. The Parks live on 3rd street. 4. Begonias bloom on 4th street. 5. Roses do not grow on 5th street. 6. The Johnsons do not live on 1st street. 7. The Rosens do not grow daffodils 8. The Johnsons grow roses 9. Daffodils grow on 1st street
Which flowers grow on in whose gardens on what streets?
A fish shop with odd pricing sells fish for the following prices: A trout costs $20, a salmon is $19, and a plaice comes in at $16. Using their pricing logic, how much would they charge for a mackerel?
$13. The price is calculated by using the position in the alphabet of the first letter of the name of the fish. An Albacore would be $1, a Bandfish would be $2. Note, I do not recommend using this pricing strategy unless you find yourself with an assortment of cheap Zebrafish.
I’m up and down and round about, yet all the world can’t find me out. Though thousands have employed their leisure, they never yet could find my measure. I’m found in almost every garden, In a compass or a farden. There’s neither chariot coach nor mill may move one inch except I will.