green and dense, break me up with your fingers to release my essence. weighed by scale, best to know the amount before using me. another way to use my name, is a children's game, on a board of chalk, they perform this action, before the scotch.

Vast white canvas, a kingdom of chill, where whispers of the Arctic breeze play with the dry grass and snow silently reigns.

There once was a little crustacian who stole other's shells without hesitation. 'My friends tell me to stop, to be polite and just swap. But I need them for self-preservation.'

I am born when antiquity meets thread. When the dust twirls around and covers an old net. My first half, the corn, unbroken. My second half, a home for an arachnid foretold.

Mere tiny droplets, falling from the sky. But given enough time, we can weather down mountains, oh so high.