The Defining Moment |
no. | Solve | Word Riddles |
1 | A Rabbit doll | Were I not full of cotton, down holes would I hop; a consumer of carrots with long ears tha flop |
2 | A Doll without a head | Dressed in a gown of spots specked on red, I'm a ladybug like lady missing a head |
3 | A Witch doll | My miniature cackle scares all in room; I'm the wickedest toy known for riding a broom |
4 | A Marionette | I'm a quite mobile puppet who dances and sings controlled by the child who's pulling my string |
5 | A Bear in the crib | Behind bars with a pillow I bask in the moon's light; the plush toy a child would hold in the night |
6 | A Rag doll with X eyes | My most notable feature is where you'd find specs, for my eyes are not buttons, but rather X's |
7 | A Dog doll | I'm a likeness of pets you might walk through the park; a miniscule mutt most well know for my bark |
8 | A Doll in a golden dress | Set next to sailor, I lie on my right; my silken dress shaded like sun's golden light |
9 | A Set of letter blocks | We're a set of three cubes and a gap on the shelf; a toy for a child to learn spelling himself |
10 | A Cub of paint brushes | Into spectrums of colorful pigment we're dipped; three primary sticks which are each bristle tipped |
11 | A Crown | Sharing space with geisha and six to be read, I'm the glistening top of a royal man's head |
12 | A Gap in the bars | Where once there were nine, there are now only eight; I'm the empty space missing its vertical mate |
13 | A Dragon doll | You'd feel the heat when I'm huffing and puffing, yet I'd likely not breath fire but stuffing |
14 | An Angle playing harp | I'm a strumming figure who's opposite the floor; a musician with wings playing where birds soar |
15 | A Rapunazl doll | I'd be rescued by a prince should he reach me in time; upon reaching my tower, I've hair he could climb |
16 | A Rabbit lamp | I've a critter with buck teeth that nibble and bite; a hare upon glass that from within shines bright |
17 | A Knight on horseback | When I'm armored and saddled, my foe has no chance; galloping forward I steady my lance |
18 | A Princess riding swan | We're princess and pal with a long slender neck; a girl upon fowl for a cross-water trek |
19 | A Numbered IV pink book | In a set of bound volumes, I'm the one numbered four; my cover of whitened red sheltering lore |
20 | A Bear with a bow tie | I'm an oft cuddled grizzly impeccably dressed, for my neckwear's well paired with suit or a vest |
No comments:
Post a Comment