A cheese wheel sacrificed himself to save the others. Why? It was all for the grater...

I’m kept in a cave Taste better than I smell Without me, you’d have no story to tell

In a sewing box, neat and small, A shield for fingers, lest needles fall. As nimble hands weave threads in stride, I guard with care, right by your side.

Eight in a line to guard your forces. In the great game of life you may feel like one.

I have a single tail but no head, I bleed vibrant colors but I am already dead. I love to be hugged by needles and hooks, And I tell warm stories without using books.