I rise past the ankle to swallow the shin, Two bodies of leather you must sink within. A tongue that is silent, a sole with no mind, I am left at the door when you leave me behind. What am I?

You walk into a room that contains a match, a kerosene lamp, a candle, and a fireplace. What would you light first?

It usually lands on Wile E. Coyotes head. IRL he'd end up dead. A spot to hammer weapons flat In Minecraft it repairs, renames, no need to chat

Gone. Hole. Rod. What word do we all share?

I’m small, but I can grant you a seat, To see a show or take a fleet. Scan or tear me, then you’re on your way, What little pass can save the day?