It’s all the colours… and none.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
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Burns without fire, extinguishes without water.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
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We had a conversation, and like so many of our conversations it took an unexpected detour. And so we ended up travelling along a byroad of riddles we both knew from childhood. This then led us to devise some riddles of our own, with the added rule that they must be six words each—no more, no less. See if you, Dear Reader, can guess the answers!
PS: It was quite tricky to come up with these by the way!
Dry when wet, soaked when parched.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
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Talking about chestnut cramp is obstinate, whether with forebears, friends, co-workers, or physicians.
— LukjanAmece
We agree. No one cares about chestnut cramps, birch dyspepsia and spruce anarthria. More compassion is needed in such a cruel, heartless world!
— Tati & Tony (Two Newbie Arborists with PhDs in Advanced Banter)
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
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They say the pyramids are perfection itself. Are they though? Let’s look.
No balconies. Where are the pharaohs supposed to dry their gilded gruds?
No windows. Can their indoor pot plants flourish without sunlight?
No wallpapers or furniture. How will their cats sharpen their sacred claws?
Speaking of cats, let’s take a leaf from their book. They like cardboard boxes, yes? Do you see cardboard boxes inside the pyramids? No! Only piles of rotting papyrus with strange doodles.
Cardboard boxes belong outside with their flaps open. Compact. Portable. Humble mansions with natural air conditioning. Now that’s perfection. Not silly pyramids!
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2020
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