When I'm worn on feet, I am usually together with my twin. Don't trust him. I want to gently hug your fabulous foot with my soft cotton and wool blend. He wants to squeeze so hard that your foot falls off but luckily he's not that strong. I try to protect your precious paw from your stiff shoe. He allows holes to develop to give you blisters. I keep your little piggies warm and safe in my fabric tube. He looks for hard corners in the night for you to kick accidentally. Don't believe his crock. I'm the one and only good ...

There is a word in the dictionary that everyone spells and pronounces incroretcly. What is that word?

For some I'm a breakfast delight. Cooked, baked or cold overnight. But not everyone loves me as such. Especially children hate my guts.

Not a letter, but you can use it to spell HORSE. Not a gun or a camera, but you can shoot it. Despite its name, Longaberger had nothing to do with it.

Perhaps a singular yellow vegetable Or tape a cone to something in a stable