Brandon Tilley again got the correct answer (the Spider Riddle is what I’m talking about). Congratulations Brandon!

But enough with the easy riddles. Let’s see your skills on a tougher challenge.

I have the eyes of a frog, and the ears of a donkey.
I have the brains of a genius, and the mouth of a chimp.
I have the skin of a crocodile, and the hoofs of a pig.

I have not seen you, and you exist.
You have seen me, and I do not.

Ask me any question out loud, and I cannot answer you.
I don’t speak your language. But you do speak mine.
I am not as smart as you are. I know literally nothing.
But remember to take me with you in your adventures.
Because in times of dire need, my knowledge can save your life.
People have known me for thousands of years.

Is time travel possible? If yes, prove it.

Many unknowingly benefit from its use every day.
Of the many, few know of its existence.
Of the few, fewer still claim to understand its true purpose.
Of the fewer, fewer still actually do understand it.

Ignorant of math, it has its own arithmetic.

The crystal clear mind sees an array of possibilities in it.
The mist clouded mind sees an array of chaos in it.

What it addresses is more important than its own address; for that is its purpose.

What is it?

I fly,
But no bird am I.

You feed me food,
But poison to you my food is.

My parents are your kin,
But bound to destroy your kin am I.

What am I?

You gave me eyes but I cannot see.
You gave me ears but I cannot hear.
You gave me nose but I cannot smell.
You gave me mouth but I cannot speak.

My brain you had for dinner.

Now you expect me to light your way,
And to scare those weird creatures away.

Who am I?

They are all my children and they built us a home.
A home of many storeys.
I live on the lower floor.
Above me are my younger children’s floors.
And above them are my older children’s floors.
Still higher floors are for storing my gold.
Our gold, for we are one.

Low in, high out.
High in, low out.
Iron core, thread armor.
For transport. For power.

Who am I?

I passed by the sleeping rabbit.
By the time he’s startled awake by my passing, I’m long gone.

What am I?

Since it was difficult to guess that last riddle, here’s an even easier one.

The stars they spark
The children love.
The grownups like.
They only light
A special night.

I come out of someone’s butt.
Then I end up in your mouth.
Then I come out of your butt.

The frog was obviously in a hurry. It passed by the butterfly without even turning her head to salute.

“Where to?” asks the butterfly confused.

No answer from the frog, which was running like her life depended on it. The butterfly starts flying by the frog.

“Where to?” asks the butterfly again.

But the frog doesn’t waste any of her energy on talking. The butterfly thinks “what’s she running from?”

He decides to stop and wait to see what’s following the frog. And guess what? There comes another frog, just as hasty as the first. And another. They go around the lake as if some python was after them, only there’s no python. Just a bunch of other frogs watching the runners and jumping like crazy.

What is going on?

As usual, you can post your guesses for the answer to the riddle in the comments below. But for contest-related businesses, please post a comment on Deimos’s domain and he will clear things out.

And now, without further ado, the riddle:

I do not exist, yet many have known me for almost a decade.
About the past, I was once good. Very evil, totally brutal I am now.
Mentioned within the Demon’s domain, I was.
Sharp and pointy objects, my title rhymes with.
An actor as a protagonist in a popular TV series shares my name.
Revered for vanquishing beings that are dead yet not quite dead, she is.
Also, her physical beauty quite matches with my own.
Hell be damned, now tell me – Who am I?

Down on the emerald field of life lands ruby marble, bloodstone stained.
It comes with luck from far away, my heart finds bliss, and joy regained.

From north and south, from east and west,
A mighty frog army amassed.

So high they jump, so loud they croak,
That I can hear them from home.

Here come the Frog King and his Queen
Holding a lit match in between.

The crowd stops croaking in the night;
All pay attention to the light.

Why are all frogs gathered like that?
What do they want? They wait for what?

Best of luck with this one!

Children are too busy using me to even notice me. Parents are too busy not using me, but they do notice me in their children, and they wonder when they lost me. They didn’t really lose me, they just don’t have time to look for me. They sometimes find me when they become grandparents.

Three business men on adjacent seats in a plane.

The one sitting near the window calls the flight attendant, and says to her:

“This gentleman here,” discreetly pointing to the man sitting next to him, “isn’t feeling well. Would you ask your male colleague to assist him to the three free seats over there, so he can lie down?”

“Sure, sir, right away,” says the flight attendant, and off she goes.

The business man sitting near the aisle smiles as the male flight attendant arrives and talks in French to the man who wasn’t well, then takes him to lie down on the free seats.

What really happened? Why was the man smiling?

We are the citizens of the mighty stronghold,
We care not for status, we care not for gold.

Great miners, great masons, and architects too,
From worker to soldier, we know what to do.

Our armor is thick and our numbers are high.
We serve our queen until the day we die.

Who are we?

A man goes to work. He’s waiting for the bus. Another man joins him. Then a woman joins them. The bus comes, and the men (well mannered) make way for the woman to get in first.

When they are all in and seated, one of the men says to the woman:

“Not very gentleman-like, your son…”

The three of them pause a bit, then burst into laughter.

What did he mean? What’s so funny?

Feel free to post your answer in the comments.

A man walks his dog by the lake. Suddenly, a frog pops out of the water and says to the man:
“Your master wants you home at once.”
“Wow, a talking frog,” says the man a bit surprised, but not overly amazed, “and how would you know that?”
“He told me so himself, as I’ve just talked to him. Get back before he gets mad,” was the frog’s reply.
“But I don’t have a master… I have plenty of servants though,” said the man rather proudly.
The frog stamps its foot in distrust and disgust and leaps back into the lake.

What’s the meaning of the above story? What has just happened?

Feel free to post your answer or comments in the comments below.

Highly born, I spend my childhood knitting a coat. After enough knitting, my coat is good enough to allow me to leave home.
As soon as I leave home, I take a hit. Then I hide and wait. And wait. And wait. I get hungry, so I start to eat my coat. Then I eat anything I find around.
After I’ve eaten enough, I leave my hiding place.
What am I?

The Moon was rising full and bright
Behind the clouds of blue and white.
The Sun was long set in the sea
As on the beach I have my tea.

I see my old friend comes along
And in his hand his fishing rod.
“Sit down old friend, let’s have a tea!”
“I would advise that you should leave!”

Soon, I am running for my life,
Away from beach, away from tide,
And so do all who heard the chat.
Why are we all running like that?