You need not ask pardon from me; I too feel the impulse to eat.
[He picks up the paper, looking over the words urgently; it's important, he's decided, to hurry and find clues to their escape, before the hunger becomes too much for them.]
I'm as small as an ant... as big as a whale. I'll approach like a breeze, but can come like a gale. By some I get hit, but all have shown fear. I'll dance to the music, though I can't hear. Of names I have many — of names I have one. I'm as slow as a snail, but from me you can't run.
What am I...?
[The hunger is hardly abated; if anything, it makes it hard to think straight.
But try they must. He holds it out to her, determined to keep her focused.]
no subject
[He picks up the paper, looking over the words urgently; it's important, he's decided, to hurry and find clues to their escape, before the hunger becomes too much for them.]
I'm as small as an ant... as big as a whale. I'll approach like a breeze, but can come like a gale. By some I get hit, but all have shown fear. I'll dance to the music, though I can't hear. Of names I have many — of names I have one. I'm as slow as a snail, but from me you can't run.
What am I...?
[The hunger is hardly abated; if anything, it makes it hard to think straight.
But try they must. He holds it out to her, determined to keep her focused.]
What do you make it it? This riddle?