Forever our mouths are open and yet we still whitsle,
Others can hold life, but we are not born with it, what are we.
#riddlecontest...that's the hashtag I'll use so you know which of my riddles are part of the contest
I have a riddle for you my friend:
Mr. Brown was killed on Sunday afternoon. The wife said she was reading a book. The butler said he was taking a shower. The chef said he was making breakfast. The maid said she was folding clothes, and the gardener said he was planting tomatoes. Who did it?