A small little thing, with a heck of an effect, once lodged in a lions paw. Take it out and make a friend, just ask Androcles.

Turn on it Spend it Drop it Stop on it The answer is worth more than a thin one

I stretch for miles, a ribbon unbound, Where adventures bloom and memories are found. What am I?

I have many ribs but no lungs, and I stand tall to keep you safe. I am a wall made of many parts, yet you can see the sky through my gaps if you stand close. I am often made of wood, sharpened at the top like a row of pencils, meant to discourage a climb. I am not a building, but I define where the building begins. What am I?

Silent guardian of words, resting on a shelf, unlocking a world of meanings, from A to Z it dwells. Need a spelling then come. And read thee