Only one colour, but not one size,
Stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies.
Present in sun, but not in rain,
Doing no harm, and feeling no pain.
What is it?

You are in a land where thirty men and two women were dressed in classic black and white dresses.
They begin to fight as soon as any of them move.

Where are you?

I look at you, you look at me I raise my right, you raise your left. What am I?

People make me, save me, change me, raise me. What am I?

What can run but never walks, has a mouth but never talks, has a head but never weeps, has a bed but never sleeps?

You need to pick one entry from pot A and one from pot B to have a perfect match. Can you do it?

With pointed fangs I sit and wait; with piercing force I crunch out fate; grabbing victims, proclaiming might; physically joining with a single bite. What am I?

We are a group of eight brothers. We consider the weak, yet we protect the king in every battle. If we move ahead, we never turn back. Who are we?

If you're 8 feet away from a door and with each move you advance half the distance to the door. How many moves will it take to reach the door?

What work can one never finish?