Observatory: Stage 4, 6, 9, 15 > |
no. | Solve | Word Riddles |
1 | The Moon in the Sky | From your dark viewpoint no cloud blocks my sight; you'll spy me in the sky where I echo sunlight |
2 | A Painting of a tree | With body and cover of brown and of green, I branch toward the sky in this on-the-wall scene |
3 | A Deer Skull | I'm the remnant whole of brain casing astray, from a creature of forest once fallen by prey |
4 | A Toy Rocket | I've wings and a cone painted shiny and bright, a vessel for astronauts on a cosmic toy flight |
5 | A rack of test Tubes | I'm wooden stand and cylindrical glass, a tool for testing in chemistry class |
6 | A Painting of the Sun | I'm a miniscule star painted fiery and round, a creator of day for I light and warm ground |
7 | A Green Gem | Guarded by reptile with sharp deadly bite, I'm a high valued stone sure to sparkle in light |
8 | A Silver Goblet | When filled to the top you might say I've been wined; I'm the fanciest cast-metal vessel you'll find |
9 | A painting of a Dolphin | I'm balanced on fins with a gold wave below, oft seen to jump hoops in a zoo's water show |
10 | A Dust Pan | I lie on the floor among dust and dirt deep, and collect all the piles that form when you sweep |
11 | A Cash Register | Upon a shop counter I've critical skills; I tabulate purchase and house coins and bills |
12 | A Movie camera | I stand before stars in a lit and dressed scene, burning light to the frames for display on big screen |
13 | A painting of Fish | Deep between artist's wave painted and cool. you'll find a scaled nine of us gathered in school |
14 | A Microphone | I'm reverse of a speaker yet we're use in accord, for it's also a speaker I'm oft to record |
15 | A Right Triangle | One hundred and eighty I measure inside, with corner of ninety and a twin that I hide |
16 | A painting of the Moon | I'm similar in shape to a rotated smile, amidst water and stars in a blue painted style |
17 | A toy Castle | My kindred are large, but I'm small as a mouse; I'm a miniature royal and fortified house |
18 | A Crossbow | Lesser than gun but greater than bow, the enemy flees from the bolt which I throw |
19 | A Checker board | By diagonal hop on my board you must go; jumping pieces o'er squares to be kinged in far row |
20 | Wheels of Cheese | I'm the word said in concert with photo's forced smile, a product of milk that has curdled a while |
21 | A lone red Star | In a field of seven with crescent nearby, I'm unique above waves with my rosy points high |
22 | A Glove | A hand is to me like a sword's to a sheath; I ensure the warmth of the digits beneath |
23 | A Painting of a Cobra | I've a true toxic strike and a wide hooded flare, with a flickering tongue meant for tasting the air |
24 | A Fork | You'll find me in serpentine tongue and in road, or drawers of the kitchen within your abode |
25 | A Ball & Jacks | Jumping and lumber you've heard with my half, paired with a sphere in a child's game for laughs |
26 | A blue Bottle | If you find me not empty I've spirits inside, sealed in blue chamber 'neath neck much less wide |
27 | A Leather Book | It's words I contain made of letters in line, all under my leather-bound cover and spine |
28 | A toothbush | For the molars and like I prevent all decay, ensuring their health if I'm used thrice a day |
29 | A bottle of Perfume | I contain a prized fluid oft sold at high price, a solution of scent to make ladies smell nice |
30 | Wind-up Teeth | With spring wound up tightly I waddle and stomp, a humorous toy with a chattering chomp |
31 | A light bulb | Secured in a socket, you'd have little doubt, I'd dispel nightly shadows until I've burned out |
32 | A Microscope | If I'm given a sample prepared upon slide, to your eye the invisible no longer hide |
33 | A cheese Grater | To melt dairy toppings with the greatest of ease, I function to shred them as fine as you please |
34 | An antique Camera | I record a still image you find through my sight, producing a picture by incoming light |
35 | An Electric Fan | In temperature soaring to higher degrees, connect me to power to gain cooling breeze |
36 | An Accordian | The flow of the air makes my sound when you squeeze, a musical tone that depens on played keys |
37 | A Lectern | At front, facing listeners gathered in hall, I stand before orator wooden and tall |
38 | A carved Semicircle | Like a circle I am if by two you divide; I'm a half rounded shape with the same tucked inside |
39 | A Kiwi fruit | I'm like an emerald inside with fuzzy hide distinct, named for the Aves who are long since extinct |
40 | A wheelchair | If travel by foot would be labored at best, I'll roll you about in my seat as you rest |
41 | A hairbush | Untangling locks is a duty we share; I've handle grouped bristles for straightening hair |
42 | An antique Lamp | I make current light and cause darkness to fade, illuming through pattern and hue of my shade |
43 | A Brain | I've sub-cranial folds in a fleshy light pink, an electrical organ you use when you think |
44 | A painting of a storm cloud | When I'm seen on horizon or by day, it's a strong indication that rain's on the way |
45 | A hotdog | Between risen wheat and yeast I am found, a cylinder spiced and named heated hound |
46 | A pair of bowling shoes | Despite clashing colors we make a great pair, ensuring sure footing to score strike or spare |
47 | A straight Razor | Maintaining clean cut is the rold that I play; with lubricant cream I keep whiskers at bay |
48 | A Dagger | I'm a steely brand with a blade less than tal, a tiny Excalibur stuck in the wall |
49 | A toy Robot | I'm a biped of metal and by gears walk at large, all powered by motor with battery at full charge |
50 | A pan Flute | by my tubes and a whistling breath you've supplied, I make musical sound as the air flows inside |
51 | A Wooden wheel | Without me a wagon would find itself broke; I'm a ring given strength by my inner wood spokes |
52 | A phonograph | When paired with a wax plate etched in a round, my horn echoes input and plays back the sound |
53 | A hand mirror | If affirmation of beauty you seek to attain, just gaze into me when you're feeling vain |
54 | A bone | I'm right at the core of a long arm or leg; it's for I or a scrap that a canine may beg |
55 | A pair of sunglasses | I'm a joint frame and lens to keep glare from the eyes, or to keep a low profile, used to disguise |
56 | A paper bag | If you've no lunchbox or cooler to pack, through the work day I'll carry your lunch or your snack |
57 | A painting of a red Tulip | I've blood tinted petals on stem but not grown, a blossom in pigment to decorate stone |
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