I carry bites that keep hunger at bay, tucked in your bag for a busy day. A portable pantry that fits in your hand, filled with whatever you have planned.

What am I? I heal your pain, I was used before paper existed and I present you the world at your fingertips.

I am a ribbon of stone, or of dirt on the ground. In cities, fields and forests I can be found. I always stay put, but can stretch many miles, a silent witness of your footsteps and smiles.

Tied and knotted very well , A lovely present I sit atop that will not fell

I could be a place warm and dry to sleep, so long as you don't mind having to burrow your way in, or getting poked and scratched all night. I could be a plate of crispy onions! I can even simply refer to a messy situation, although I would rather you didn't put a needle in me, thanks.