I am a riddle, gnomes like to say,
The start of my answers will show you the way.
The end of each word begins the next,
Follow the chain, don’t get tangled in text.
A fallen tree rests at the top of a big hill,
Descend down its bank where adventurers thrill.
At the bottom, some large rocks you will see,
Your next clue awaits, a present from me.
What am I?
Clues:
- “I’m a remnant from the past, buried in stone; Gnomes dig me up to see creatures long gone.”
- “I roam the hills with a soft woolly coat, and spit when gnomes get too close.”
- “I hang around your neck or wrist, a tiny charm you don’t want to miss.”
- “I’m short and stubby, helping hands grip tight, gnomes who make a fist can point me left or right.”
- “I’m slow and swampy, where moss hangs low, in Louisiana, gnomes use canoes to navigate my flow.”
- “I'm the genus of bears, with a bit of a bite, Like the name of some stars, but with a plural delight.”
- “I’m messy, wet, and half frozen too; gnomes splash in me on a winter’s view.”
- “I beat inside and appear on cards, Gnomes know I hold love in all regards.”
- “I fix small toys and little gears; the fairy of the boy whose shadow disappears.”
- “I’m a lively dance from the land of Cuba; Gnomes stomp and twirl to the sounds of my tuba.”
- “I’m a tiny berry, purple and sweet; Gnomes love my taste in a tiny bowl treat.”
- “I’m a statue or figure to honor and praise; Gnomes light candles and offer gifts in my gaze.”
- “Green, red or gold, I'm a part of a tree, gnomes crunch beneath and sip me in their tea.”