Although my cow is dead, I still beat her. What a racket she makes!
Big as a biscuit, deep as a cup, but even a river can’t fill it up. What is it?
You can only have it once you have given it.
Black we are and much admired. Many seek us if they are tired. We tire the horse, and comfort man, and turn White when we've fulfilled your plan.
Three little letters, a paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
Why are foot injuries so serious?