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?
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?
Jigsaw captured 100 people and make them stand in a circle and all these people are labelled as Person1, Person2, Person3... Person100. He made them play a crazy game in which Person 1 shot Person 2 and pass the gun to the next person and so on until one stands alive.
John has eleven friends. He has a bowl containing eleven apples. Now He wants to divide the eleven apples among his friends, in such a way that an apple should remain in his bowl.
How can He do it?