Riddles

They are toothy nocturnal immortals.

They are two brothers. However much they run, they do not reach each other.

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.

They can be long or short; they can be grown or bought; they can be painted or left bare; they can be round or square.

They can float and tickle, but their sound is rarely heard unless you’re a pillow or bird. What are they?

They can swim but they’re not fish, they are slow but they are not turtles, they live and hang from tree but they’re not monkeys. What are they?

They come in many varieties: Red, Black, Dead, and Caspian to name a few.

They come out at night without being called, and are lost in the day without being stolen. What are they?

They come to witness the night without being called, a sailor’s guide and a poet’s tears. They are lost to the sight each day without the hand of a thief.

They don’t forget.

They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own. What are they?

They keep secrets locked away. And you pass through them each day. For each one there is a key, They respond to sesame.

They live only in stories, taller than three storeys.

They made me a mouth, but didn’t give me breath. Water gives me life, but the sun brings me death.