I sit quietly and do a thousand things at once, I keep your words, your games, your work, your notes. I do not think like you do, yet I can still help you think, And when you press my keys or tap my screen, I come alive. I can be big or small, fast or slow, But I am always ready when you need me most. What am I?

I labor in tandem, but one at a time. Immobile I linger, but turn on a dime. I'll show you the way, you'll leave me behind. Inside and out, my life intertwines.

Crispy, golden shell, Filled with cabbage, pork, and spice, A delightful bite.

I snap when I am stepped on. I was once part of a tree. I'm not a branch. What am I?

What is orange, and sounds similar to parrot?