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Men seize it from its home, tear apart its flesh, drink the sweet blood, then cast its skin aside.

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I’m by nature solitary, scarred by spear and wounded by sword, weary of battle. I frequently see the face of war, and fight hateful enemies; yet I hold no hope of help being brought to me in the battle, before I’m eventually done to death. In the stronghold of the city sharp-edged swords, skilfully forged in the flame by smiths, bite deeply into me. I can but await a more fearsome encounter; it is not for me to discover in the city any of those doctors who heal grievous wounds with roots and herbs. The scars from sword wounds gape wider and wider; death blows are dealt to me by day and by night. What am I?

Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson were going on a hike through the woods. After a long day of hiking, they stopped for the night. They ate a cold meal, pitched a tent, and went to sleep. Both of them woke up in the middle of the night. “The stars are out tonight,” remarked Doctor Watson. “What does this tell you?” Sherlock asked. “Well,” he replied, “By the positions of the stars, it’s roughly midnight.” “What else does this tell you?” Sherlock asked again. “I don’t know!” Doctor Watson retorted, annoyed. “What does it tell you?” What did the detective notice?

I have a frame but no pictures. I have poles but not standing up. What am I?

A gentleman whose offspring have successfully produced offspring of their own.

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