I am stuffed but never eat. I have a face but never speak. I am a man who was never born. I guard gold that's actually corn. Who am I?

A dirty haze coats the horizon, staining the skyline brown. On days where pollution is so high, you'll probably wanna leave town!

Drifting down in autumn's breeze, a yard over flowing with these, rake them up at your leisure, while children jump in them for pleasure

I’m small and green, but sometimes black, press me hard and oil comes back.

Why did the duck lose his doctor license? Because he is a...