How long is yours? Mine involves a vehicle, but yours can involve just walking. One thing most of us have in common is the hope that it’s not too long!

I have a head but no eyes. I get beaten but never cry. I have skin but no bones. A pillow deadens my moans. The heart tones...

In the heart of the machine, I spin, a circular dance, teeth interlock, crafting motion's advance. Without me, the giant stands still, a silent tale of iron will.

Mary has four daughters, and each of her daughters has a brother. How many children does Mary have?

When one departs, I take their place, In name, in title, or in space. I sound like strands you comb with care, yet hold a right no brush can bear.