in a restaurant you get, in poker you bet. From concrete and shoulders I break.

a book, a table, a tree: I am a part of all three I'm not made of wood, though that guess is good, I come from plants regularly

have a wooden body and a heart of stone. I get shorter the more my thoughts are shown, and my pink cap gives you a fresh start. What am I?

I can be tanned and hairless or remain as before. If you are skilled with me people seek you more. I am both a verb and a noun. I can be soft or hard, or not make a sound.

I scurry across your desk or garden bed, Clicking or squeaking, wherever I’m led.