Riddles for children with answers

Mustachioed, tailed, purrs near the house: catches mice, but is afraid of dogs.

Long ears, short tail, jumps through the fields and forests, loves cabbage and carrots.

Red-haired, cunning, with a fluffy tail. Chickens, beware!

In winter it sleeps in a den, and in summer it searches for honey in the forest.

She carries needles on her back, but doesn't sew anything. She carries an apple home.

Not a horse, but with a mane. Not a man, but the king of beasts.

Small, gray, wants cheese, but is afraid of the cat.

Green, jumping, lives in a pond and sings "quack-quack".

He carries the house on his back, walks slowly, shows his horns, but does not fight.

Long neck, spotted sides, plucking leaves from the top of the tree.

Without legs, but crawling. Hissing, not a kettle.

It looks like a grasshopper, but all striped, like a vest.

It sleeps during the day, flies at night, and calls out "woo-woo" in the forest.

The tail is lush, it jumps on the branches, and puts nuts in its hollow.

Pink, with a hooked tail, likes to lie in puddles.

It gets up in the morning, goes to bed in the evening, keeps everyone warm, but it doesn't burn.

White sheep float across the sky, carrying rain in their pockets.

It pours from the sky, but not from a bucket. It waters everything, but not the gardener.

Seven colors in the sky after the rain: a bridge you can't cross.

In winter it falls, white and fluffy, and melts in the palm of your hand.

He is not visible, but he bends trees and tears off hats.

It shines at night, and hides during the day. Sometimes it is round like a pancake, sometimes it is thin like a sickle.

It turns green in the spring, turns yellow in the fall, and freezes without leaves in the winter.

Standing in the forest on one leg, wearing a red hat with a white spot. Beautiful, but inedible.

He runs and runs, but he doesn't escape. He makes noise and noise, but he doesn't speak.

Four legs, but it doesn't walk. It has a back, but it doesn't lie down.

It has teeth, but it doesn't bite. It combs its hair, but it is bald.

They are toothy, but they don't eat: they divide the paper into two parts.

You look at him and see yourself.

It hangs on the wall, it's round, it ticks, and it tells the time.

During the day he sleeps under the ceiling, in the evening he wakes up, and it becomes light in the room.

One entrance, two exits: their legs are moving.

Small, sharp, makes friends with thread, mends clothes.

Soft, white, every home has one. At night, the head sleeps on it.

Not a book, but with leaves. Not a bird, but every day one leaf flies away.

Red or green, juicy and sweet, growing on a branch, not in a bed.

A girl sits in the barn, and her scythe is outside. (folk song)

White, round, hiding in a shell. A hen laid it.

Yellow, long, with a skin. Monkeys love it very much.

A hundred clothes, and all without fasteners. (folk song)

Sweet, cold, in a cone. Melts in the hand in the summer.

They cut me and make me cry, even though I haven't hurt anyone.

White as snow, sweet as honey. They put it in tea.

White, liquid, from a cow. Children drink it from a cup.

Not a bird, but it flies. Not a bee, but it buzzes. It carries people to the clouds.

Four wheels, a steering wheel and headlights. It speeds along the road, drinking gasoline.

It's long, it runs on rails, pulling the cars behind it, and it hums "tu-tu".

Two wheels, you pedal and go, and you don't need gasoline.

Red, with a ladder and a siren, is in a hurry to put out the fire.

It floats on the water, but it is not a fish. There is a pipe, but it is not a stove.

He takes many people around the city, opening doors at bus stops.

Notebooks and books live in it and travel to school on its back.

A white pebble writes on the blackboard, but it itself is getting smaller.

Wooden, with a pencil, he draws and writes, and an eraser erases his mistakes.

He knows all the letters, but is silent. He will tell everything to someone who can read.

The bell rings – everyone runs to class. The bell rings again – everyone runs for a walk.

Green, prickly, it comes to the house in winter, stands in balls and garlands.

He comes at night, puts gifts under the pillow. They wait for him in December.

The snow has melted, the streams are running, the birds are returning. What time of year is it?

The leaves turn yellow and fall, it rains often, and children go to school.

It's hot, the river is warm, the vacation is long.

Snow, frost, ice skates and sledges.