Emma and Mike were playing in the yard. Mike was walking around working on the yard. Emma walks up into his path, crosses her arms firmly and plants her feet.
Emma: Stop! You can't pass!
Mike: Why not?
Emma: You have to answer my ridlle!
Mike: A riddle? Ok. What is the riddle?
Emma: What has wings and black feet?
Mike: A Raven?
Emma: No! A Black Dragon! You can pass now!