Riddle: I am the black child of a white father, a wingless bird, flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me, even though there is no cause for grief, and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air. Who am I?
Rating: 100%
Rating: 100%
Rating: 100%
Rating: 100%
Riddle: When they are caught, they are thrown away. When they escape, you itch all day. What are they?
Rating: 100%