I’m light as a feather, yet the strongest person can’t hold me for five minutes.
What am I?

I can be long, or I can be short.
I can be grown, and I can be bought.
I can be painted, or left bare.
I can be round, or square.
What am I?

You throw away the outside and cook the inside. Then you eat the outside and throw away the inside.
What did you eat?

What’s black when you get it, red when you use it, and white when you’re all through with it?
What am I?

What is in seasons, seconds, centuries, and minutes but not in decades, years, or days?
What am I?

At night they come without being fetched. By day they are lost without being stolen.

What always runs but never walks, often murmurs, never talks, has a bed but never sleeps, has a mouth but never eats?

I enter silently, but leave with a bang. I can make people tense and afraid, yet I am not seen. What am I?

I travel all over the world, but I always stay in the same corner. What am I?

I fly without wings. I cry without eyes. Wherever I go, darkness follows me. What am I?