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I dig out tiny caves and store gold and silver in them. I also build bridges of silver and make crowns of gold. Sooner or later everybody needs my help yet many people are afraid to let me help them.
I wonβt break if you throw me off from the highest building but I will break if you place me in the ocean.
Weight in my belly, trees on my back, nails in my ribs, feet I do lack. What am I?
I am enjoyed with a pot and some pointy sticks.
What happens once in June twice in August and never in May?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?