I'm used in tennis, strung and tight, In ping pong too, though not quite right. Make a loud and rowdy scene, And I’m the noise that’s often seen. In shady deals, I play my part - A criminal game, a crooked art.

I think with my limbs and taste as I roam, Eight wandering minds leave one quiet home. I write in the sand with vanishing ink, Solve doors and puzzles before you can blink. No bones to break, no crown to wear, A scholar of tides with too many hands.

Complete the phrase. All work and no play made Jack?

Fuzzy but not furry Stone at my heart One hard secret inside of me

A woven cradle for fruit's delight, it holds your goods from day to night. With handles strong, it bears the weight, in markets bustling, it holds your fate.