I am a solitary figure, standing first of all to be, But add a letter to my front, and I shift instantly. Prepend a starting letter, and I’m vanished out of sight, Try a different head instead, for a wolf with no pack at night. With another guide I hold your ice cream, sculpted sweet, And with a final leader, I’m a chore that is complete. What's my name?

I never lie about your appearance, which is sometimes my biggest flaw.

Game. Walk. Dash. Skate. Clip. Mother. Card. What do these seven words have in common?

No brush can hold me for too long, I smell like chemicals so strong. I drip, I drop, I make a mess, Then dry to clean up your distress. Now think me, what can I be?

I wriggle through a world unseen, where every tunnel keeps things green.