I huffed and I puffed at a house made of straw, ate the piggy and made quite a show. Then I went to a house made of sticks... the second piggy was a quick fix. So then I went to a house made of brick, but found that this piggy was clever and quick. I climbed down the chimney but before I knew, I landed in a pot and became feline stew.

Replace my first with an F and you can start a fire Take away my first and you'll find it in a dryer. I'm the twinkle in an eye, or a flicker of light My first four start the Good witch off right

What goes blonde, to fluffy white, to bald in a season?

Not a trick, not pretend, nor some imagined deal, I'm what your senses prove and what your heart can feel. I stop the question 'Is this true or surreal?' Name me in one short word