Dobby
First Year, Second Semester
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Post by Dobby on Apr 9, 2006 15:21:27 GMT -5
Correct indeed so here we go again, Riddle me this Riddle me That.There are four brothers in this world that were all born together. The first runs and never wearies. The second eats and is never full. The third drinks and is always thirsty. The fourth sings a song that is never good. ;D Who are the four brothers? The river, the river mouth, the river's head, and a waterfall? Huh. STILL having trouble with this one... it's good! You are getting closer but think of the brothers as 4 seperate but equal parts...you are getting close just keep trying. ;D |
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Post by Hermione on Apr 10, 2006 0:18:05 GMT -5
Water, earth, air, and fire?
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Post by justthisgirl on Apr 10, 2006 9:11:23 GMT -5
I'd have to agree with Herm on that one! good one!
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Dobby
First Year, Second Semester
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Post by Dobby on Apr 11, 2006 1:07:41 GMT -5
Riddle Me This Riddle Me  that...Mysterious Death is the title today. A man is found lying dead, face down in the middle of the desert. He is wearing a backpack. His ribs are crushed. The post mortem shows that he died, suddenly, 2 months ago. Yet no one has crossed the dessert for 3 months. What happened?
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Post by frizzer on Apr 11, 2006 13:28:33 GMT -5
His parachute didn't open
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Post by Hermione on Apr 11, 2006 21:10:37 GMT -5
Nice, Frizzer!
Sounds right.
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Dobby
First Year, Second Semester
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Post by Dobby on Apr 11, 2006 22:41:56 GMT -5
OHHHH...Drat they you have solved it before it even got going...But good for you Frizzer.
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Post by frizzer on Apr 12, 2006 0:03:03 GMT -5
ermmm ok, I have to think of one.
can't at the moment, anyone can post until I think of one
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Dobby
First Year, Second Semester
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Post by Dobby on Apr 12, 2006 23:17:26 GMT -5
 Riddle me This Riddle me That...Liquid Pain is the name of the Game...Though liquid in nature, don't push me too far; for then I will break, and the damage may scar. What am I?
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Post by Hermione on Apr 15, 2006 2:30:18 GMT -5
Glass?
Glass IS a liquid, right?
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Dobby
First Year, Second Semester
Posts: 69
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Post by Dobby on Apr 16, 2006 17:22:24 GMT -5
Yes, How on Earth did you get that most people are stuck wondering on this riddle for a very long time. |
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Post by Potter on Apr 17, 2006 19:43:01 GMT -5
She had me as a brother  *waits avidly for Herm's next riddle* |
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Post by rind on Apr 18, 2006 23:29:33 GMT -5
sets next to potter to enjoy the show of watching hermione squirm because she has to come up with the next riddle... "popcorn anyone?" tee he he hee!
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Post by justthisgirl on Apr 18, 2006 23:58:11 GMT -5
*sits with Hermi scratching her head for her while she tries to come up with one. but she cannot focus until I stop, so we may be here for a minute...*
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Post by Hermione on Apr 19, 2006 0:44:37 GMT -5
AARGH!
I HATE coming up with new riddles!
I should have kept my mouth shut!
And Potter's right, having him in the family meant you spent an inordinate amount of time watching glassblowers work, and if you're stuck there anyway you may as well ask questions. Also, we grew up in a town that boasted the headquarters of Andersens' Windows (a company that makes glass stuff) so you pick up odd bits here and there from that.
New riddle.
Bah!
Humph.
Okay, try this!
Mec on thissum dagum-------deadne ofgeafun (note on this: probably meant to be ofgeafum)
faeder and modor:-----------ne waes me feorh tha gen,
ealdor ininnan.---------------Tha mec [an] ongon
wel hold mege---------------wedum theccan, (another note: read weccan, it's easier)
heold and freothode,---------hleosceorpe wrah
swe arlice-------------------swa hire agen bearn, (try snearlice for arlice!)
oth thaet ic under sceate,---swa min gesceapu waeron,
ungesibbum wearth----------eacen gaeste.
Mec seo frithemaeg----------fedde siththan,
oth thaet ic aweox,----------widdor meahte
sithas asettan.--------------Heo haefde swaesra thy laes
suna and dohtra-------------thy heo swa dyde.
Further note: there is still some argument on the eighth line -Mackie thinks ungesibbum means "among no relatives of mine", but paired with gaeste, I go with those who think its more along the lines of "with a spirit unrelated".
No one? No guesses?
Look, if you need a clue, say so!
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Post by veela on Apr 25, 2006 12:56:48 GMT -5
CLUE PLEASE! jeez! This alwys happends...we all think we've got herm cornerd. She's got to give us a great riddle. And then what happens? Shen gets back at us by sputtering jibberish that gives us all insant headaches. You are too smart for your own good!
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Post by alanc303 on Apr 25, 2006 18:27:09 GMT -5
ummm....what language is that in?
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Post by Hermione on Apr 25, 2006 23:02:30 GMT -5
Mec on thissum dagum-------deadne ofgeafun (note on this: probably meant to be ofgeafum) faeder and modor:-----------ne waes me feorh tha gen, ealdor ininnan.---------------Tha mec [an] ongon wel hold mege---------------wedum theccan, (another note: read weccan, it's easier) heold and freothode,---------hleosceorpe wrah swe arlice-------------------swa hire agen bearn, (try snearlice for arlice!) oth thaet ic under sceate,---swa min gesceapu waeron, ungesibbum wearth----------eacen gaeste. Mec seo frithemaeg----------fedde siththan, oth thaet ic aweox,----------widdor meahte sithas asettan.--------------Heo haefde swaesra thy laes suna and dohtra-------------thy heo swa dyde. Further note: there is still some argument on the eighth line -Mackie thinks ungesibbum means "among no relatives of mine", but paired with gaeste, I go with those who think its more along the lines of "with a spirit unrelated". Okay, the clue (I'll make it a big one): It's a type of bird. And it's old english. |
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Post by frizzer on Apr 27, 2006 6:45:32 GMT -5
thats a big clue?
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Post by Hermione on Apr 27, 2006 17:53:50 GMT -5
Well, yes. THe answer to the riddle is a bird of some kind, all you have to do now is figure out which species, and considering the riddle, it should be fairly obvious.
Er, isn't it?
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that...Mysterious Death is the title today. 
Riddle me This Riddle me That...Liquid Pain is the name of the Game...Though liquid in nature, don't push me too far; for then I will break, and the damage may scar.
