Crossword-Solution: TWEAKY
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Hint 1 meaning
One who elects, or has the right of choice; a person who
is entitled to take part in an election, or to give his vote in favor
of a candidate for office.
Hint 2 anagram
RTEEOCL
Hint 3 another clue
A BALLOT CAST BY A VOTER WHO VOTES FOR ALL THE CANDIDATES OF ONE PARTY
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Sentences with TWEAKY (5)
She had what Tim called a "tweaky" nose, though whether he meant that it was beak-like or merely twitched, he never stated; it was just "tweaky," and Judy took it as a compliment.
Then Beaky said, "If she do it She shall rue it!" But Tweaky said nothing at all; only winked again more solemnly than ever.
But for a long time Tweaky would say nothing but the same words over and over again, "Where's your feathers, Tell-tale tit?" However, by-and-by they heard the maid going to bed, tramp, tramp, tramp.
Then Tweaky grew a little braver; and next time the master asked him what he meant, he replied: "Every parrot has two eyes, Both the foolish and the wise; But the wise can shut them tight When 'tis best to have no sight.
After that, poor Beaky never had the heart to talk again; but Tweaky, whenever he saw a bald-headed man, or a woman with a high forehead, shrieked out at the top of his voice-- "Ha! ha! ha! Where's your feathers, Tell-tale tit?" THE DISHONEST FRIEND There was once a man who went on a journey, and he asked a friend to take charge of his plough till he should return.
Quotes with TWEAKY (2)
Tweaky craftily counter-rolled around the tree as I passed, now moving glacially. His wilderness ninja skills were impressive. I decided to stop the truck and just sit there for about five minute, testing his resolve. Tweaky stood his ground, shivering uncontrollably. He wasn't going to budge. He was too good and this was life or death.
Eventually, competition and adventure wane, and I enter my ibuprofen phase. Tweaky hamstrings and achy knees restrict mileage, but I continue running for health, sanity, and the ritual of a Sunday trail run with like-minded buddies. We discuss the nagging injuries that bedevil us, and remember the good old days when we were kings.