I'm created when something breaks, My edges are sharp, be careful for goodness sakes. A piece from a glass, a rock or even a mirror. To be stabbed with me, is surely a horror. Figure this out, it shouldn't be hard...

One of me saves nine, I hear, Another comes with thread and sticks, And yet another with big ears Has designation Six-Two-Six You may see me on clothing, art, And even flesh I've traveled, But rest assured, should I depart, It all will come unraveled

No one knows why it crossed the road... No one knows which came first... Sasly, this bird don't fly... Who am I, with such awesome thighs?

Twisting tales of woolen thread, a storyteller’s breath in a cozy bed. When needles dance, I weave my song, a colorful journey, both short and long.

An iceberg has me The bartender wants me I hide words on your tongue But give secrets for free