You punch me in the face when you are impatient. One day, if you really mess up, I might punch you back.

One is a common greeting you casually say, the other is bundled and stored away. They sound the same, though spelled apart, a word that lives in field and heart.

You whack my head all the time and I never complain. Yet I hit your thumb once and you get angry?

Domestically speaking, Typically feather. For western law, Sometimes leather.

I can be worn, but I’m not clothing. Sometimes, I get you from one place to another directly. Other times, you’ll meander and mosey.