Bears the load of travellers Loses effectiveness at high ambient temperatures, Subject to high friction when in use Does not roll A simpler alternative to the above can be made from barn woods by the experienced

Juliet died at my hand, when cold air hits your skin or eyeballs it can feel like thousands of tiny versions of me are piercing you.

Oh my stars! Tiny traveler in a pod, with dreams of sprouting far and wide. Often found in Granny's stew, warming the soul like a trusted quilt on a chilly night.

I block your vision, but you need me to see. What am I?

I travel the world but have no legs, I carry your words without any pegs. I can bring joy or deliver despair, And reach you quickly from anywhere.