Job riddles

I bake, I fry, I mix and taste—flavors come first, nothing goes to waste. Who am I?

I navigate the sky without wings, guiding passengers to destined places. My calculations must be precise, or I could veer off course. Who am I?

I patch up wounds, both big and small, answering every urgent call. Who am I?

I never fight with swords or shields, yet I battle sickness on countless fields. Who am I?

My wheels keep turning, mile by mile, guiding journeys with steady style. Who am I?

I capture faces with careful light, making memories frozen bright. Who am I?

I care for creatures big and small, with paws, wings, fur, and all. When they’re sick or feeling sore, I help them heal forevermore. Who am I?

I hold the key to knowledge vast, Guiding minds so lessons last. With patience, wisdom, care, and cheer, I shape the future year by year.

Who am I?

I wield a pen, not a sword, telling tales the world adored. Who am I?

My words can rule without a crown, turning arguments upside down. Who am I?