Question: I have heard of a something-or-other, growing in its nook, swelling and rising, pushing up its covering. Upon that boneless thing a cocky-minded young woman took a grip with her hands; with her apron a lord's daughter covered the tumescent thing.
What is it?
Question: My food and drink were left behind
by ancients from another time.
I grind my feet upon the earth
with strength come from a metal hearth.
My mind is trapped when I run free
when still, it wanders far from me.
What am I?
Answer: A car.