Glimpse of Greatness |
no. | Solve | Word Riddles |
1 | A Bent bar of the rabbit hutch | Though built to restrain, we're quite bent out of shape; for the space made between us lets critters escape |
2 | A Faceless Gargolye | I'm a monster of marble, inspiring fear; both silenced and blind, but quite able to hear |
3 | A Rabbit with a heart shaped patch.. | Like my long-eared brothers, on carrots I chew; but while they have on heart, it appears I have two |
4 | A Long- norsed bird house | I'm a sparrow's warm home when he's not traveled south, preferring to dwell in Pinocchio's mouth |
5 | A One eye gargolye | It's red that I charge and with red that I see, yet with only one left I can still see beyond the trees |
6 | An Etched Moon | I'm a cosmic and luminous feature of night; arching not through the sky, I'm an arc on a stone flight |
7 | A Dagger in the ground | If the earth had a heart, I would make the ground bleed; If removed, I would leave a fine hole for a seed |
8 | A Toppled Stool | I'm a most likely place where one might have a seat, yet no one may sit 'til I'm back on my feet |
9 | A Fish design | I'm both trampled by shoe and ensnared by hooked bait; a swimming stone catch with a miserable fate |
10 | A Sealed letter | Carelessly left where the foot may ascend, I contain what is written to family or friend |
11 | A Bottle of wine | I'm a vintage oft served in a narrow stemmed glass, agging to meals a touch of high class |
12 | A Black rabbit | In the night, to no predator shall I fall prey, for the hue of my fur lets me vanish aways |
13 | A White Bird | I'm the brightest of kin to a trio of crows; while they vanish at night, I hide best when It snows |
14 | A Lighthouse Birdhouse | I'm where feathered ones rest if they're weary from flight, yet a guider of sea-faring ships through the night |
15 | A Birdhouse with painted waves | I'm an egg-layer's domicile marked by the tide, for I've waves of blue paint over where nesters reside |
16 | A Carved letter 'J' | I'm a letter of 'Jest' and the first of 'July'; the cut of a knife in what's branced toward the sky |
17 | A Hand Print | I'm a waver and shaker stamed onto the stone; of a palm and its digits, a flat muddy clone |
18 | A Beehive Birdhouse | I act both as the stinging and feathered one's homes; within me are found either nests or wax combs |
19 | An Arrow pierce Heart | I'm a sign of two lovers' affection increased; a beating etch pierced by what Cupid's released |
20 | A Wooden Chest | Buried for ages, by shovel revealed, without keys my interior secrets stay sealed |
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