Conquistador's Lounge: Stage 9, 13, 17 |
no. | Solve | Word Riddles |
1 | A Wine Bottle | I'm pleasue to some and for others a vice, a product of vineyards oft sold at high price |
2 | A Sock | I'm a weaving of fabric to cover the soles, mended or tossed when I've heel-worn holes |
3 | A Pirate Hat | I'm a favorite adornment of sea faring crook, a chapeau to top off a peg and a hook |
4 | A Hamburger | I'm medium, well done, or however you please, a fire grilled patty best doubled with cheese |
5 | An African Banner | I'm a place where the lion and giraffe freely roam, a hanging souvenir of king Tut's desert home |
6 | A Pair of Slippers | We'll assist if you find you've developed cold feet; we're a warm pair to make your pajamas complete |
7 | A wooden Trunk | I'm locked up for safety by stashers adept, a place where their treasure or wardrobe is kept |
8 | A Blue Dragon | I'm a serpent who's filling no kingdom with dread, for it seems I'd breathe no fire but water instead |
9 | A Mounted Fish | Upon eating the worm it's for life that I fought, now a trophy to show angler's friends what he caught |
10 | A painting of a Man in a boat | I'm surely stuck sailing for years by the score; I'm a paddler in pigment forever 'twixt shores |
11 | A mounted Goat head | A source of odd milk and an eater of trash, I've a twin pair of curls like a tsunami's splash |
12 | A Milkshake | I'm a frequent request at the ice cream shop, a cold chocolate belend with a cherry on top |
13 | A Conch Shell | It sounds like the ocean when held to the ear, a guard for a mollusk retreating in fear |
14 | A Pretzel | I'm a crunchy creation of dough in a twist, a morsel of salty snacks not to be missed |
15 | An Umbrella | On darkest of days when the grayest clouds cry, I'm a falling drops shield upon which you'll rely |
16 | A Spoon | Of untensils on table I'm the one used to scoop, with knife and a fork we're a place's set troop
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17 | A Wiffle Ball | To freely play ball indoors without care, I'm a hollow bat's target as light as the air |
18 | A Flashlight | I'm a blackout's emergency lighting supply, keeping corridors lit 'til my batteries run dry |
19 | A mounted Deer head | I'm a creature who by hunter's bullet's been snuffed, a buck of eight points now a trophy head stuffed |
20 | A curved Sword | I'm a high hanging brand being kept in reserve, should a fencer require an edge with a curve |
21 | A hand Mirror | To eye your complexion I'm a most perfect tool, for my glass face reflects like a shimmering pool |
22 | A pair of mounted Horns | We are a pair of keratinous pointers immense, the weapon of charging bulls on the offense |
23 | A fire extinguisher | I'm best kept on hand with a fireplace in hourse, stopping wayward inferno in need of a douse |
24 | A Duck | I'm carrying a bill but no money do I owe, an azure wood waddler with a web twixt each toe |
25 | A Rat | I'm a singular sewer-dwelling, germ-carrying vermin; when I scurry about I get everyone squirmin |
26 | A Map | It's knowledge of nearby terrain I bestow, a chart to determine where 'er you must go |
27 | A Walkie talkie | I'm a remote hand-held talker with 2 different modes, for chatting on end or for sending Morse Codes |
28 | A Sword | I'm the straightest of edges and scabbard's sharp brother, my point to the ground and uncrossed like another |
29 | A Skull | I'm a remnant of body whose mind has been lost, a pirate flag's center o'er dual bones crossed |
30 | A painting of a Sunset | I'm a fire on the horizon with bright golden rays, a picture of dawning or ending of days |
31 | A carved rabbit | To capture a carrot's my grandest of schemes, a tortoise's racer to watch over dreams |
32 | A Radio | I'm a classic converter of signal to sound; you'd scan through my stations 'til avorite are found |
33 | A Turkey | I'm a creature feathers removed by the tuft, served on a day of thanks, basted and stuffed |
34 | A Golden Dragon | I'm a lemon hued monster with a fiery throat, a left facing legend on hanging arms coat |
35 | A Salt shaker | I'm a holder of minerals sprinkled by hand, a sodium shower for food when it's bland |
36 | A bowl of cereal | We're a fruit flavored floaters in a milky sea, crunchy bites from a box with a small toy for free |
37 | An wooden paddle | I propel a sea vessel with no engine or mast; I'm a wood water pusher to move a boat fast |
38 | A carved swan | I'm a once ugly duckling who's now found his place, as a feathery figure on a head board' front face |
39 | A Bowling Trophy | When a champion makes rolled ball and tennis collide, I'm his earning to keep on the mantle with pride |
40 | A Guitar | I'm the instrumet el mariachi would pick, my fingered frets sounding out improvised lick |
41 | A box of Donuts | We're a breakfast with frosting and sprinkles galore, twelve rings of sweet dough with invisible core |
42 | A Scorpion | I've a snake's deadly venon in point like a nail, a black-widow's cousin with a perilous tail |
43 | A set of dice | I dictate the spaces you move on a turn, a determinant of money a gambler will earn |
44 | A bow and arrow | I'm a pre-powder means for a hunter's attack; a half our pair's strung and the other's drawn back |
45 | A dog | I'm an ideal creature companion to own, a retriever of ball or a frisbee when throw |
46 | An X banner | I've a crossing of gold lines in a field of red, a banner above those who would rest weary head |
47 | A hammer | I'm an Item heard pounding like the rhythm of drums; every beat hits a nail in wood or on thumbs |
48 | A rifle | I'm a deer hunter's partner displayed facing right, a killer once loaded shell's powder's alight |
49 | A ship | I'm an old buccaneer's wooden vessel well moored, a sea faring schooner with no one aboard |
50 | A welcome matt | I'm a greeter of all who o'er me come and go; I collect a boot's dirt while I'm saying hello |
51 | A painting of trees and mountains | A thousand words about nature I speak, by a set of twin firs before mountainous peak |
52 | An open book | I'm a story's container and library's ward, a place where near infinite letters are stored |
53 | A telescope | A golden tube granting a view of a far, I magnify distant isles, planets and stars |
54 | A carton of milk | I'm a two percent beverage with non-dairy clones, a potable calcium-rich strengthener of bones |
55 | A hard hat | I keep debris from landing on parts I contain, like a turtle's tough shell for protecting your brain |
56 | 2 crossed weapons | We're a trio comprising both sides of a fight, a cross of defense under cross of armed might |
57 | Door window | When curtains are closed and the door sealed tight, I'm a hole in the threshold for viewing the night |
58 | A suitcase | Under sleeper I sit with a locking blue face, where a traveler's clothing is oft kept in case |
59 | A fishing hook | I'm a finned critter catcher for tying to line, where worms are impaled on a twin barbed design |
60 | A teddy bear | I hibernate soundly with child squeezing tight, a cave dwelling grizzly held all through the night |
61 | A fishing pole | I reel without film and I cast without spells, a catcher of what lives 'midst coral and shells |
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