Peter’s tail in his eponymous tale or song.

You might see this during a food fight. A beautiful one is royal. They do not have feathery, thick, comb-like antennas.

Everybody blames me for everything. It must have been me then.. what am I?

A sturdy column with nature's crown, holding vibrant hues above the ground. It bridges the earth to the sky, a rising pillar where life flows by.

In the realm of branches I sway, slower than the ticking of a lazy clock. My home is a hanging hammock, where leaves are my endless buffet.