I hold no drink, yet I help words flow, Dip your tool in me, and ideas will grow. I sit on desks from long ago’s spell. What am I?

I have four legs but cannot walk, and I'm covered in work but never complain. You sit before me to build your future, yet I stay exactly where I am.

A home of wood, both small and still, found deep in the woods by lake or hill.

Crack, crack, break your mama's back.... Is something you may hear children saying on me.

I clothes every day, more so in frigid weather. I hang in display, known to ride a bag of leather. I get caught in the fray, Better get mad or clever. Last three letters away: done to splay or bring together.