Riddle: Gold in a leather bag, swinging on a tree, money after honey in its time. Ills of a scurvy crew cured by the sea, reason in its season but no rhyme.
Rating: 100%
Rating: 100%
Rating: 67%
Riddle: A circle of stones, never in rows. Stacked one on the other, mystery it sows. What is it?
Rating: 100%
Rating: 100%