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?
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.
A man gets off the bus looking for an address and approaches a couple walking in the same direction for directions. The woman says they’re going that way and take him. Along the way the man asks if they’re related. The woman grins and says, “We’re not strangers. This man’s mother is my mother’s mother-in-law.” The man is confused but doesn’t say anything. When he gets back home he tells his wife about the conversation and she can’t figure it out either. They decide to ask their lawyer and he eventually works it out with pen and paper. How are the couple related?