A boulder's my burden, It always rolls back, When the stone rolls awry, I must keep it on track

Remove my first, I’m the hair on the back of an animal’s neck when threatened. Change my third for an E, and I sound like money used in Israel. My first five go after a shake, or a place to hide out, unkept. Altogether I am things that keep me bound, usually by hands and feet, preventing you from being free.

I sound like a goose that learned how to yell, but I need air and squeezing to work well. I never play quietly, day or night, love me or fear me, I bring loud delight.

I drift where walls bend and floors decay, Where whispers coil and shadows play. A thousand eyes stare, yet none can speak, I haunt the bold and toy with the weak. Time folds, dissolves, then bleeds away, Night swallows all until the day. I crown the dark with terror and gleam, I vanish at dawn yet linger unseen. What am I that lives in a ?

A girl with greenbrown eyes climbed a tree to pick nuts.