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A cloud was my mother, the wind is my father, my son is the cool stream, and my daughter is the fruit of the land. A rainbow is my bed, the earth my final resting place, and I'm the torment of man.


Riddle of the Day

Jun 16, 2026

I break away from my pack. I create holes in my victims. I can travel for miles and then disappear. I am part of a dying breed. What am I?

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