Riddle:
With pointed fangs I sit and wait,
With piercing force I dole out fate,
Over bloodless victims proclaiming my might,
Eternally joining in a single bite.
What am I?
Riddle: An electric train is going twenty miles/hour up a hillside of a forty-five degrees upward. The wind is blowing downhill at a speed of thirty miles/hour. What way will the steam from the train go?
Answer: There is no steam, it's an electric train!