| Tulor's Caverns |
| Deep green skin with tones of brown, my tongue is long and can stick to the ground. What am I? |
Frog |
| Dancing...entrancing...breathing...seething...What am I? |
Fire |
| From depths unknown I roll in freely until the Sun catches me, singing. What am I? |
Fog |
| Over the under am I placed -- with fanciful colors show good taste. What am I? |
Pants |
| At night the come without being fetched and by day they are lost without being stolen. What are they? |
Stars |
| I never was, am always to be, no one ever saw me, nor ever will and yet I am the confidence of all who live and breathe on this terrestial ball. |
Tomorrow |
| The more you take, the larger I get. The more you give, the smaller I become. What am I? |
Hole |
| Give me too little, I waste away. Give me too much, I breath no more. What am I? |
Water |
| I have no beginning, I have no end,
and in the middle, nothing. What am I? |
Ring |
| Snake Pit |
| If you had a map, you would know where you are, and exactly what to say. |
Hell |
