A watch might have zero, three or two. I have two, likely so do you. A horse has at least fifteen, a pony fewer, they really do. But what makes me unsure is an octopus, I’ll check at the zoo. If you don’t like this riddle, I understands, but please don’t get angry and throw up your . . . .

Boss of the team, Flying in the back, Enclosed carriage, Put me in...

I am a vault with no gold, a time machine that never moves. Kings stand frozen mid-command, whales hang mid-swim, and wars whisper from behind glass. Footsteps hush when you enter me, as if the past is trying to sleep. What am I?

Up and down we happily go, so long as we stay in the center. Coils and springs, frames and beams; while fun, the center is the attraction. Compress your legs and release-higher and higher, good fun indeed.

I am a rainbow trapped in stone, a milky treasure, rarely alone. I hold fire within my heart, yet I am made of water and silica part What am I?