He laughed at the unicorn, a big hearty one.
“How is a raven like a writing desk?” He repeated the words, thinking it over. He pondered this for a few moments, and knew the answer.
“You with your trickery little one. I know why a raven is like a writing desk. They both have nothing in common at all, so there is no answer.” He grinned for he knew he was correct.
“But tell me Cheshire Cat, and can you answer a riddle of my own doing?” He pondered for a few minutes, finally coming up with his own twisted riddle.
“Tell why the bird flies when it knows it going to get shot by hunters?” He laughed again, wondering if the candy unicorn would come up the correct answer.
"Maybe you can guess this too Psyche?" He looked at her, wondering if she could guess the answer as well.
Note: There is only one answer.
Strolling Along
Tying my Tongue
Gears are Shifting