I have teeth but don't eat. You can put something into me, but I'm not a container. You can switch multiple of me, but I'm not a toggle. I'm irritating when someone grinds me. I'm preparing for something when I'm up. I'm preparing for landing when I'm down.

Some surf on lakes or the sea, but on cold white waves I flow. Two feet firmly secured, I glide to the valley below.

CUE THE NOIRE SAXOPHONE MUSIC To help the dame, I needed information, and knew I was going to have to Pry it out of someone. So I tightened my trenchcoat and went to the place where murder goes drinking. It was an aptly-named watering hole. The pun made my eyes roll back like a museum crate lid. It was a little too on the nose... well... on the beak. I knew I was going to need Leverage. Those birdbrains had thick skulls and I was going to need a long tool made of steel to extract anything. Maybe if the end of the tool looked a bit like one of their clawed feet, it would give them pause. Luckily, I found the perfect tool sitting out next to a warehouse.

I may be dark as night, looking pure and clean. Or carry someones thoughts, like powdery snow they seem. Simple is my being, hanging there all day. Many thoughts I've carried, have been swept away.

A stone of green, both smooth and bright, more prized than gold in ancient sight. From China’s courts to the Maya’s lands, I passed through many a ruler’s hands.