In a marble hall as white as milk, Lined with skin as soft as silk, Within a fountain crystal clear, A golden orb does appear, There are no doors to this stronghold, Yet thieves break in and steal the gold. What am I?
A man was shot while in his car. The person who shot him was outside of the car. However, all the windows were up and the doors locked. There were no holes in the car though.
Samuel was out for a walk and it started to rain. He did not have an umbrella and he wasn’t wearing a hat. His clothes were soaked, yet not a single hair on his head got wet.