The Moonlight Sonatas |
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no. | Solve | Word Riddles |
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1 | A Double note | In a four sided shape which share hue with bleached bones, I'm a symbol that represents musical tones |
2 | A Reflex Hammer | I'm a rubber triangle affixed to a stick; when I'm tapped on your knee, the response is a kick |
3 | A pair of Seahorses | Why we're named for a galloping steed is quite clear, but no jockey could ride us without scuba gear |
4 | A Mounted Bull's Head | I'd happily charge crimson capes with a snort, had I not lost my head and wound up on point short |
5 | An Angry Face | I'm an uncanny likeness, not bad for a doodle, of some unknow gentleman's scowling noodle |
6 | A Ruler | When questioning distance of one foot or less, when I'm within reach, there's no need for a guess |
7 | A Book of Lab notes | A hard bound collection of written notation, I keep jotted results of experimentation |
8 | A Syringe | When a test upon plasma's what doctors require, I draw samples much like a tiny vampire |
9 | A Raven | I'm a creature akin to but darker than dove; were I not stuffed, I'd soar high above |
10 | A Loose Rat | While my kin behind bars are securely confined, exploring the lab is what I've on my mind |
11 | A pair of Mice | I get rather cold in our iron barred dorn, so we huddle to gether and try to stay warm |
12 | A Frog | While my brother's displayed like the fox and the bee, on a table of tools I'm still running free |
13 | A Preserved Starfish | I'm the iconic shape of sun far away, plucked from the sea and preserved from decay |
14 | A Telephone | To call a red engine, I'm what you'll require; calmly speak into me when the lab is on fire |
15 | A Yellow jar marked with fishes | We're gathered in a school, but not for a class; we swim on the surface of glazed painted glass |
16 | A Burnt Candle | As short as I am, I'm of no use I'd guess; if relit I'd be gone in a minute or less |
17 | A Human Mind Book | Within my covers of pale crimson shade, I detail how thoughts and ideas are made |
18 | Spiders in Jar | With thirty two legs among only four creatures, we're one of the lab's more unsettling features |
19 | A Chemical Spill | I'm the toxic result of a careless mistake; a dangerous, miniature chemical lake |
20 | An Algebra Book | Comprised of bound paper and dressed up in gold, equations complex the secrets I hold |
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