I hold up treasures and trash alike, photos, art, even last night’s menu, but only if the surface agrees with me. Some travelers collect me as proof they were there. A conniving cartoon coyote has used me to try to catch a famously fast bird who never stops running.

I’m small and oval, wearing a green coat. Crack my skin and you may find a hard stone inside. Some keep me in salty baths, others press me for golden oil. On pizzas and salads I hide in plain sight. What am I?

Sometimes I’m woven, sometimes I’m plastic, I gobble dirty clothes like it’s fantastic!

Some called Bobby, some are french, others snap and clip.

I'm the rock you drop into your beverage. If you step on me it's hard to keep leverage. Get me from a tray, a box or a bag. Worn on the vest of a big tough scumbag.