I come in many colors but the most common is pink. I sit on the top of a pencil waiting to take care of your mistakes.

An onomatopoeic sound tied to basketball, shoes in particular, after all. A flourished squiggle that carries weight, representing speed and sounding oh so sweet.

I have a long arm but no muscles, and I can throw things further than any athlete. I was born in ancient times to knock down walls, yet I never use a hammer. I’m not a plane, but I can make things fly; I’m not a feline, but my name starts with a cat. What am I?

This word holds meaning even when letters are removed - but only one at a time. Full, it is a place to rest. With the second removed, it is how you rest. With the last removed, it becomes somewhere traversed yet not fully explored.

I can make you smile. And keep smiling until it clicks. I can shoot for a mile Or close up, or even on sticks.