While i was going to the Ardennes, i saw a man and seven women. Every woman was carrying seven bags. In every bag there were seven cats, and every cat had seven kittens. How many were going to the Ardennes?

Sheep lose me and humans cheer, I’m fluffy, warm, then disappear. You think a shuffle will change my name, But mix me up.. I stay the same.

A sprawling behemoth with a thousand wooden teeth; with needles and with blades in numbers beyond belief. 'Come to me', I beckon, 'and use me for rest.' But linger unprepared and you body I'll digest.

I wear no shoes, but have many feet, I scurry fast on tiny street. I buzz or crawl or sometimes sting, From dark corners to bright light, I can be found. Small I am, but not inept - What am I, with legs well kept?

John and Jane know this forest animal thoroughly. But the animal has no idea who they might be.