The Defining Moment |
no. | Solve | Word Riddles |
1 | A Fox | In fables I'm known to be sly and cunning, but at the sight of dogs I'm hiding or running |
2 | A Girl on a Swing | My swaying seat's fixed to a limb by a rope; that I'll not fall off backwards is my greatest hope |
3 | 3 Birds | We're a trio who travel wherever we please; our flappers unfolded, we soar above trees |
4 | A Dragonfly | Though suited for flying, I've no breath of flame; I'm really quite harmless, in spite of my name |
5 | A Dirty plate | I'm a dish at the fore of past choice of seting; a clue saying someone's been previously eating |
6 | A Lady bug | If I'm truly a lady, It's too hard to tell, for I'm terribly tiny and under a shell |
7 | A Stone owl | In the wild, I'f swoop upon prey in the night, but my feathers are sculpted, too heavy for flight |
8 | An Angle candlelholder | I'm the heavenly lifter of two burining towers, of greates assistance in the darkest of hours |
9 | A Toad candel holder | A wart or a drip are my back's every bump; I may splatter wax should I soon choose to jump |
10 | A Bloody knife | If what's at my tip isn't jelly or jam, it could be that a killer is now on the lam |
11 | A Star | Seen by the billions, but not during days; I'm an oft shooting shape, pointing five different ways |
12 | An Apple and club | You'd get a surprise if you planted my seeds; the resulting growth might meet your card gaming needs |
13 | The King's sword | I'm a slasher in stone, that will always point down; affixed to two hands, I'm below a carved crown |
14 | Wild mushrooms | We're spoting red caps, but we have not a head; to eat us may sate you, or kill you instead |
15 | A Heart topped scepter | When in need of a blood-pumping shape on a stick, I'm the angle's possession you'd obviously pick |
16 | A Woman in a horse-drawn carriage | I relax above wheels as a stallion leads; my trip takes no effort when powered by steeds |
17 | A Glass of Wine | I'm the reason a bottle now carries less weight; a pour into me was ifs contents' sure fate |
18 | A Stack of Napkins | Notably marked with a border of art, we wipe food from face after each meal's start |
19 | A Pig | I'm a clean animal. warm in blood, on clear sunny day I'll be rolling in mud |
20 | A Swan shaped candleholder | When seraching for fish, if I land in a lake, the splash may extinguish my back by mistake |
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