a towel.





Decapitate me and all becomes equal. Then truncate me and I become second. Cut me front and back and I become two less than I started.



What am I?

seven

Cadsuane wrote:

Thirty white horses in a pink hill.  First they champ, then they stamp, then they stand still. 

Teeth

It cannot be seen, cannot be felt,
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt.
It lies behind stars and under hills,
And empty holes it fills.
It comes first and follows after,
Ends life, kills laughter.

I never was, am always to be,
No one ever saw me, nor ever will
And yet I am the confidence of all
To live and breathe on this terrestrial ball.

/as

I am a Forge without a Smith. A Furnace without any wood. Fire inside a stone,which burns inside and Melts Outside. What am I?