Answer:
I am a fruit with seed on the outside.
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as flesh, but my heart is made of stone. What am I?
Send poorly behaved children to me and let them sit here.
Walk on the living, they donβt even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?
I am the beginning of eternity the end of time and space the beginning of every end the end of every place.
What do people want the least on their hands?