Yeah, Mark. I know what I did seems cheap.
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Yeah, Mark. I know what I did seems cheap.
OK, but maybe our friendly local sheep farmer can explain to me why all the white sheep in the flock in the field outside my kitchen window kept together and all the black sheep kept together. The white sheep chased the black lambs away but the black sheep didn't chase the white lambs away. Mind you, the black lambs (twins and a singleton) were pesky little fellows and kept fighting and the remaining white singleton (one died) liked joining in but ran off when things got a bit rough and head butting started. There was clearly communication of some sort going on there. Any comments about Welsh sheep will be regarded with extreme displeasure - you have been warned...(btw, I suspect there shouldn't have been any lambs there at all - it's usually a flock of barren ewes at that time of year.)
<edited slightly since first posting>
There's a circular underground railway line (two lines, if you want to be pedantic) on which two trains travel - one going clockwise and one going counterclockwise, and they run twenty-four hours a day. The clockwise train takes take an hour and ten minutes to complete a circuit of the line, and the counterclockwise train, which is a bit decrepit and travels on the outer of the two parallel tracks, takes an hour and a half. There are four stations on the line, at the compass points - North Station, East Station, South Station and West Station.
I have not looked at the timetable, but I walk to the North Station wanting to go to South Station. As I step onto the platform, at which trains arrive on both sides, my phone rings. It's my friend at the South Station.
"To the nearest minute, how long is it going to take you to get here?" he asks.
Being a cautious person, I say, "Well, I plan to get the next train, so worst case..."
...What?
If you are very unlucky and have just missed both trains, 1 hr 45 mins.
can.yO.UF.inD.t.hEhi.DD.ENW.oRd.her.e
could it be "den"?
Morning billl.
Nope.
Thank goodness.
And good morning to you, too. Right now I'm using youtube to watch an episode of the 1969 TV show "UFO", because well that's what I ended up doing, trying to stay awake a bit longer on a boring Saturday night. Having to suddenly come up with a worthy puzzle would've shattered my morale.
I do't want to dash anyone's hopes here, but its clue time.
drewfounded
Not a common word, admittedly, but used at least once on the Web. Er..just then.
A good woody sort of word, but wrong.
"any"?
No.
Ok there are two words really, but "words" wouldn't fit, because the number of letters is crucial.
Also, they're not really words, but a name.
Perhaps you could nibble on a morsel of cod as you think about this case.
....now you're just making me feel stupid.
I have part remorse about that STOP
Samuel Morse in morse code?
Ha, yes, I see.
Ok, this is pretty easy, but here it is:
I am what I am,
but if you know what I am,
I am not longer what I am.
Guess, what am I?
A secret?
It could be, but it isn't the correct answer to this one. Try again. :)
a wrong answer?
Nope. Tip: Mark's answer was closer to it than yours. :)
I've never had much patience with riddles. They always seem so contrived to me. Contrived and quite often leaky as hell. I mean, look at the riddle of the Sphinx. Faced with that absurdly cobbled-together attempt at a puzzle, any traveller with a modicum of gumption would flip the Sphinx the finger and tell him - or possibly her - to spin on it, then gee up the camel and head for the first pub on Thebes High Street.
Mystery?
A mystery puzzle?
A secret mystery puzzle?
A stranger.
A successful imposter.
Noooooo!
Give us a moment.
seven is half of twelve in a certain situation. Explain.
twelve (6 letters) minus seven (5 letters) equals seven minus half (4 letters)? It does sound a bit crazy, but it's all I can think of at the moment.
I have no clear way of drawing this but I'll give it a go...
\/ | |
is half of
\/ | |
/\ | |
sano, brilliant but wrong!
Mark, correct! I've used the Roman Numeral route once too often me thinks.
Here's one that forms a snippet of backstory in a fiction piece of mine.....
The second-born of a pair of twins is older than the first-born, having been born in a different country and a different year.