| || depth, clout, hungry, figure, cutting edge.
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The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
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Do not explicitly reveal any of the actual answer words until after closing time, but embedding them surreptitiously in comment sentences is encouraged.
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Where the water cut through the edge of the castle wall
Was the place where Bilbo figured he would hatch his cabal.
His clout with Thorin was such that 13 hungry dwarfs
Would chance cramming into barrels by the river wharf .
Would the depth of the water be enough to keep them afloat?
It would have to suffice, Bilbo had no luxury, river boat.
He slipped the keys from the sleeping guard's lap,
Freed the dwarves, stuffed them in barrels in a snap.
Returned the keys so there'd be no ruckus nor flap.
The final destination? Only a vague idea; he had no map.
WC
I'm following the story intently, Wilbur. Bilbo is truly a great protagonist, and I marvel at your ingenuity in weaving the jumble words into his tale.
I like this jumble solution; the pun works both ways, which is the best kind.
Owen, you ok?
Thanks Sandy. I wanted to get the gang in the barrels and floating down the river. It's even convoluted in the prose tale. The elves got suspicious when they observed that the barrels seemed heavy for "empty" barrels. But they were in a hurry and there was extra wine to drink. I guess elves are human after all.
WC
My goodness--what's Bilbo's next step? You've got us all on edge, wondering how the plot will develop, Wilbur.
Had problems only with the fourth Jumble word, but got it. And the solution took a bit of work, although I also got it. Technology is not my strong point, so this Jumble did not excite me or warm my heart. But hey, at least I got it--that's something on a Saturday morning when everything feels a little tough.
The forest critters were very particular as to where they would conduct their mating rituals. Most of the hooved animals chose to meet within the borders of a particular patch of shrubbery known to them as the rutting hedge.
Intimate transactions that occurred elsewhere were not considered to be sincere.
~ OMK
And to accompany dessert we have an excellent Elfe dans tonneau.
Would Monsieur care to try a sample?
~ OMK
I got it. Of course it's dwarves in the barrels. I did have to look it up.
Why does roach motel come to mind on that rutting hedge?
WC
Ps, I hope to get those dwarves out of the barrels tomorrow. Warning, Thorin is not happy
WC
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