High Courtyard: Stage 3, 10, 17
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| no. | Solve | Word Riddles |
| 1 | A Frog | With bulging eyes I sport a dotted green coat, I'll most likely be resting on lily pad held afloat |
| 2 | A Chainsaw | Giving lumberjacks' muscles a chance to relax, I'm a gas powered stand-in for blade and for axe |
| 3 | An Exclamation Point | I finish a statement with emphatic strenght; a tiny black dot's at the base of my length |
| 4 | A Stapler | By metal pins filled and then pushed on my back, I perfectly bind your loose leaves in a stack |
| 5 | A Desk Lamp | To ease eyes in darkness I'm perfectly able, the light shedding fixture of studier's table |
| 6 | A Welcome Mat | If you looked to you feet I'd be found just below, a herald of doors bidding friendly hello |
| 7 | A Dollar Sign | I'm a sign on the mind of who lavishl spends, a symbol preceding all ones, fives and tens |
| 8 | A Wrapped Gift | I'm annually given on one's date of birth; It's the thought, not my contents, that's of greatest worth |
| 9 | A Greek Alphabe letter Omega | I'm Grecian symbol last in line, a horsehoe not but uncial sign |
| 10 | Pieces of sidewalk Chalks | We make picture imagined by children at play, 'til the rain comes and washes our marking away |
| 11 | An Oven Mitt | To touch pan without me would lead one to shout; while my kin keep heat in I ensure it stays out |
| 12 | buches of Grapes | Many a rumor you've heard through my vine, the seasonal crop that's a basis for wine |
| 13 | A Snowflake | We fall by billions and each are unique, collecting in drift or on mountainous peak |
| 14 | A Hatchet | I make logs for fire so all may be warmed; It's from that which I chop that my handle is formed |
| 15 | A Flower Box | In my soil filled base I have adequate room, for fragrant display showing contents in bloom |
| 16 | A Greyhound statue | A best friend to man but metallic in cast, when raced upon track I'm incredibly fast |
| 17 | A Roman Numeral 3 | Italian lines in connected triple ones, we point from ground to fiery sun |
| 18 | A Spool of thread | Passed through an eye we form hand stitching team, a colorful roll to bind cloth at the seam |
| 19 | A Pegasus | I'm a mythical quadruped painted in white, a cowboy's companion enabled for flight |
| 20 | A Coffee Mug | To Viciously steal my second word means, a hot morning cup holding essence of beans |
| 21 | A Pick-up Truck | I've a two seated cab and wheels with tread, for hauling big cargo secured on flat bed |
| 22 | A Red ZigZag Design | I'm a unique etch on column tall . red angled lines in rise and fall |
| 23 | A Teapot | On surfaces heated I've rattled and peeped, retaining hot water 'til herb's bag is steeped |
| 24 | A ceramic plate | Piled with servings at dinner or noon, I'm a flat ornate disc flanked by fork and by spoon |
| 25 | A Dead tree | With rotting trunk and roots decreased, the growth of my leaves has fully decresased |
| 26 | A Giraffe | I easily pluck lofty tree leaves by bite, enabbled by cervical vertebrae's height |
| 27 | A branch with 5 leaves | I'm a half of an etched branching pair on display, but my sixth light collector has fallen away |
| 28 | A Balloon | Should I burst by surprise it'd give all a scare, a rubbery expansion filled lighter than air |
| 29 | A pirate's Bucket | I was kept by a brigand before his ship's wreck, holding water and mop for mates swabbin' the deck |
| 30 | An Eggplant | My unlikely name sounds as if may hatch, a violaceous fruit from the vegetable patch |
| 31 | A Blue wave pattern | A sky-like line in twisting spin, I'm not unlike tornado's wind |
| 32 | An antique Pistol | I've a grip handled tub where munition embark, my powder ignited by flint powered spark |
| 33 | A Volcano | I'll unleash fire from earthy core, but warn by freeing smoke before |
| 34 | A hammer | I'm a pusher of fastener's heads flush to the ground, a handle of steel made to drive by the pound |
| 35 | A Pencil | An author's supply with a thin grip, I write rather well 'til you'e blunted my tip |
| 36 | A Recycle symbol | I'm a pointers in triple in angled display, a sign to resprocess and hot throw away |
| 37 | A Pi symbol | A circle's circumference to width I express, I'm the shorthand for ciphering with faster success |
| 38 | A percent sign | A diagonal line splitting shapes that'd roll, I'm a symbol to signify part of a whole |
| 39 | A grill | About patio dwelling on warm summer days, I cook up a meal with my coals set ablaze |
| 40 | A basket of limes | Round citric and with leaf-life skin, I'm a popular garnish for tonic and gin |
| 41 | A set of hatched marked | Our crisscrossed hatch is a worthy try, by someone marking days gone by |
| 42 | A howling fox | A howler at midnight, I'm found in a pack, a man under full moon with claws to attack |
| 43 | A Skull | My top is quite smooth having lost all my hair, a brain chamber gazing with hollowed out stare |
| 44 | A lion | I nobly roar upon high where I cling, a sculptor's rendition of jungle's true king |
| 45 | A bicycle horn | I ride upon handle on pedaler's route, an announcer of presence when given a toot |
| 46 | A bucther's Knife | In horror films often seen taking my stabs, I'm a tool of butchers to cut meaty slabs |
| 47 | A Stoll | I'm a ligneous quadruped stabled by feet, your place at the bar when in need of a seat |
| 48 | A toy army man | I'm a singular troop in the toy war machine, a miniscule fighter with skin molded green |
| 49 | A fish | High in the stone I'm a scale and finned etch, a decorative mark and a sea captain's catch |
| 50 | A Sun dial | Whether on the hour or quarter past, I tell the time by shadow cast |
| 51 | A flying bat | I live about caverns in no small amount a transfiguration of blood sucking count |
| 52 | A time clock | When midday arrives and you're taking your lunch, first feed me a card and I'll give it a punch |
| 53 | A suitcase | When you go on vacation it's weight that I gain, though my whole may be lost if you travel by plane |
| 54 | A cat | Fleeing from canine, on mice do I dine, a finicky house pet with lives numbering nine |
| 55 | A peper grinder | A handful of corns went into me placed, are ground to add spice to your dinner's bland taste |
| 56 | An ironing board | An iron and I make an excellent team, as I hold clothing destined for flattening and steam |
| 57 | A stocking | I'm found on the twenty fifth hanging by fire, a place to put goods that the childern desire |
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