Page 0: Page 1: Big as a biscuit, deep as a cup, Even a river can't fill it up. Page 2: I carry it, And it carries me. Page 3: Take off my skin, I won't cry, but you will. What am I? Page 4: I look at you, you look at me, I raise my right, you raise your left. Page 5: They come at night without being called and are lost in the day without being stolen. Page 6: The man who invented it doesn't want it. The man who bought it doesn't need it. The man who needs it doesn't know it. What is it? Page 7: What gets wetter and wetter the more it dries? Page 8: Take one out and scratch my head, I am now black but once was red. Page 9: