Replay any past riddle. Your streak and stats stay safe.
I grow in fields under the sun so bright, turned into fabric, soft and light. From fluffy...
A tailor measures me below the shoulders. Moths sleep in me beneath the bed.
I am a tiny jumper, an acrobat so small, I cling to your companion, a pesky guest at call....
I cut through talk and draw kind blessings from the company at hand. What am I?
At the betting window he favours one horse. I curve his shoulders as he shuffles home.
Before the meeting, someone swaps the sugar for salt and waits.
I bend before a throne. I send an arrow past it.
A trail beneath a painted eye, where tears have sent the black to fly. What am I?
I carry laughing feet through air, or send a fist when tempers flare. What am I?
With the battery flat, I bring the engine back by making the driver's shoulder ache.