All is Lost |
| no. | Solve | Word Riddles |
| 1 | etched Arrow | I come to a point, with feathers on the back; an etch of what's loosed in an archer's attack |
| 2 | A Bird house | When a cardinal's too classy for homes built of twigs, I'm a fine choice when in search of better digs |
| 3 | A Candlestick | Before light bulbs and flashlights, I dispelled the gloom; by bearing a fire, I bringthened a room |
| 4 | A Treasure chest | I was once buried deep, but now I'm dirt-free, and waiting to be opened up by a key |
| 5 | A Paintbush | I use colorful pigment to decorate spaces, recreate landscapes and paint pretty faces |
| 6 | An Open Window | I'm standing agape to let fresh air in, but need to be closed should foul weather begin |
| 7 | A Pistol | After walking ten paces, I'm drawn from the hip; my shots held in a cylinder, rather than a clip |
| 8 | etched Three | I'm an etch corresponding, it would be agreed, to the number of birds on the roof eating seed |
| 9 | A pair of crossed Bones | We're the limbs of a fellow, who time has forgot, stacked to be useful for marking a spot |
| 10 | 3 Birds eating seeds | We're a trio who've landed, but not for a rest; we've discovered a meal to take back to our nests |
| 11 | A Stone bird | I'm unusually heavy, although I'm not fat; I'm the flapping form perched on a monarch's stone hat |
| 12 | A Bottle of Poisonous Liquid | It's best I stay locked away under the sink, for I'd kill if I was confused with a drink |
| 13 | A Gargoyle Statue | I'm a fiendish creature staring intently below, the harsh rain has caused one of my wings to erode |
| 14 | A Horse Shoe | I'm often affixed to a fully grown foal; in sport, often tossed toward an in-the-ground pole |
| 15 | A Cat in the Smoke | In the midst of a product of wood lit by match, I'm a domestic critter most likely to scratch |
| 16 | A Stalking Cat | In the moonlight, my eyes are seen glinting like steel; I'm poising to pounce my next feathery meal |
| 17 | A Flashlight | A battery powers my brightening spark, granting you passage through corridors dark |
| 18 | A Baby | I'm a princess or prince in the tiniest form, held close to my mother who's keeping me warm |
| 19 | A Crossbow | When I'm loaded with bolts and my string is drawn back, the pull of trigger starts off my attack |
| 20 | A Flower Pot | I'm a mobile bouquet you could set in the sun, or bring back inside when the warm weather's done |
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