You think you've got it bad? People use me as a milestone for ugliness. In fairy tales, I'm usually some kind of curse or punishment or bad character. In a book about kid wizards, I'm the least-wanted pet. Even nature mocks me by creating a stool in my honor... that I'm too big to sit on!

I may arrive in a moment and can vanish just as fast. I weigh nothing, yet can lift a weary heart. I grow brighter when shared and dim when held too tight.

I can lock your door or dash down the street. One holds things shut, the other moves feet.

Round and round I dance with glee, Twisting through eternity. From galaxy's arms to pasta's twirl, I bind the chaos of the world.

A music group that performed an amazing cover of Stairway to Heaven A pump so efficient that everyone has one The edible inner core of certain trees