Born from steel or broken wire, I often grow into a fire.

I have arms, but I can’t hug. I have a back, but I can’t move. You sit on me when you want to relax. What am I?

You can find me easily in the sand, the snow, or the mud. I cannot be picked up, but I can be left behind.

My progress is predictable and steady, like time. With the first four straight, it's the shortest path from one place to another. The last three I will lend you, if you need to talk. The final four keep me close to you.

Go. Grass. Envy. Thumb. Goblin. Fried Tomatoes. Kermit the Frog.