Rendezvous Point: Stage 13, 17
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| no. | Solve | Word Riddles |
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| 1 | A step ladder | I'm two inverted V's with wide places for feet, scaled when there's greater height you must meet |
| 2 | A doll | I'm a miniature woman with silk gown that flows; its color's a cross between cherries and snow |
| 3 | A hanging Stocking | I'm an article of clothing with one single hole; when hung by the naughty I'm filled up with coal |
| 4 | An Apple on the tree | Among eight growing spheres I'm the one most unique, for my color is rosy like cold nose or cheek |
| 5 | An Open Book | I've bound parchment of an informative breed; an agape cover so any who pass me may read |
| 6 | A Bat | I'm the alternate form of a moster that bites, a blood sucking flapper that hunts through the nights |
| 7 | A Snowflake design | I'm a crystallized drop of what falls from the eye; a frosty form fluttering from wintertime sky |
| 8 | A clothes hanger | I'm dressed in a shirt and then hung by my hook, ensuring the clothes keep a wrinkle free look |
| 9 | An Eye | I'm a feature of face to be focused or crossed; a lone spying sphere on a cloth wall embossed |
| 10 | 2 red flags | We're 2 crimson cloths gently flapping and flowing; we point in direction the cool breeze is blowing |
| 11 | A Glove | My insides are full when I'm given a hand; for warming of digits I'll meet all demand |
| 12 | A Banana | Picked from a bunch, I'm an ape's single serving; a popular, peelable fruit, golden and curving |
| 13 | A Lion | On a yellow brick road, I'm a cowardly beast, but on African plans upon zebra I feast |
| 14 | A Pawn in the grass | I'm a sign that a creature while walking has made; a muddy foot stamped among emerald blades |
| 15 | A Forked Spear | I'm a long throwing stick launching hand would transmit; a weapon for hunting in two pointed split |
| 16 | A horse shoe | I'm a U made of iron that's tacked to the feet; a shield for hoof of a race jockey's seat |
| 17 | A paw print | I'm an animal's hand in a golden hue stitched; a decorative paw on a cloth structure pitched |
| 18 | 2 Corn stalks | We're a farmer's raised rows and a harvested crop; two tall narrow stalks with gold ears at the top |
| 19 | A Fire design | I'm a sign on what's bound to the ground by a lash, a symbol of heat that turns wood into ash |
| 20 | A Question mark | I've a point under line like a twisting cyclone; an end to a statement with answer unknow |
| 21 | A gnome | In gardens and lawns I'm a jovial chap; a stone munchkin with whiskers and pointy red cap
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| 22 | A dangling Spider | I've an octet of dark skinny arms without hand; a net weaving crawler who hangs by a strand |
| 23 | A camera | It's an image on celluloid rolls that I trap, capturing scenes with a flash and a snap |
| 24 | A stacked leaf design | We grow above ground and to ground we fall back; 2 light catchers stitched in a gold doubled stack |
| 25 | A pair of Shackles | I've 2 bracelets fixed by a looping chain band, restricting the distance twixt two entrapped hands |
| 26 | A hand print design | I'm a spreading of palm with 5 golden tips; an end to an arm, I'm an image that grips |
| 27 | A lightning design | Stitched in the hue of the sunlight I'm found; a flash from the clouds striking what's on the ground |
| 28 | A Treasure Chest | I'm a strong wooden cube and half cylinder in stack, keeping gold for whose flag bears a skull upon black |
| 29 | A backpack | From books or camp's gear are my contents comprised; I'm a bag o'er your shoulder for sundry supplies |
| 30 | A Shovel | I'm what's held in the hand as the ditch diggers toil; a scoop on a stick for upturning the soil |
| 31 | A painting of a Temple | Of a structure immense I'm a well rendered clone; a portrait depicting a pyramid of stone |
| 32 | A dagger | I'm a miniature form what's thrusted and parried; a knight's trusty blade but more easily carried |
| 33 | A palm tree design | I'm a sign of tall plant growing up from the ground; a trunk topped with golden fronds spread in a round |
| 34 | A Soccer Ball | I'm speckled with darkness and round like a hole; in fields I'm sent by the foot into goal |
| 35 | A shooting star | From the faraway depths of the cosmos I hail, a boulder of ice with a trailing dust tail |
| 36 | A tree lizard | It's a high wooden arm that I by my claws hold; a leaf colored climber with blood running cold |
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