Flakes fall Settled dust Gone with the wind Not of a season, but of a seasoned person

A boar without balls A garden tool that carries alls You probably know me as a word with a compounding name I too learned, learned something new with this game.

I prowl, I growl, I stalk, I pounce; I’ll eat your kibble, but may prefer mouse.

Where am I? A crumpled piece of paper, Off the board and in the hoop. Phones a ringing, printers singing and a coworker named Schrute.

With ears that stretch and stubborn will, A beast of burden at the till. Some of my other names may sound quite crass, But it's not my fault that I'm an ass.