I have no mouth but I can screech. On boards I write, on pavement I sketch. I have a lot of dandruff.

A man was asked to pick a number The man said no What number did he choose?

First: incubator for an animal. Second: grows in soil. Together: a vegetable.

In frames of fashion, I find my place, a window to the world, a vision's embrace. I highlight wonders, grand and small, a sight to behold, I reveal it all.

I am what all men fear. Rearrenge me and I am what all men do. Rearrange me again and I become The thin fabric hiding the truth. One final shuffle and I am The most wretched word of all. Yet made of the exact same parts. Four letters, four faces. One answer imparts.