Forty seven percent of a winning hand. A brain surgeon with an unclear plan. I'm trustworthy, I always bear my heart. Unlike my brothers, the three upstarts.

I dig for shelter or dig for answers, one with claws, one with relentless banter.

What do you call a cheese that isn't yours?

I'm the court's fool, yet wear no crown, but my smile can bring a kingdom down. What am I?

What you might here at the top of a beanstalk