Answer:
What has two spines and a lot of ribs, and carries much but never moves?
My sides are firmly laced about, Yet nothing is within; You'll think my head is strange indeed, Being nothing else but skin.
What turns everything around but does not move?
They belong to me; they belong to you; They can make you feel happy or make you feel blue; They never end until the day you do.
A hill full, a hole full; yet you cannot catch a bowl full. What is it?
Why was the cook arrested?