I am what all men fear. Rearrenge me and I am what all men do. Rearrange me again and I become The thin fabric hiding the truth. One final shuffle and I am The most wretched word of all. Yet made of the exact same parts. Four letters, four faces. One answer imparts.

I can be kept, I can be broken, I am mightier than any sword, and yet, add one letter to me, and a sword is exactly what you’ll find. Now, then, what am I?

If you don't want uninvited guests moving in with their entire stock and barrel, you need me to keep them out.

You think you've got it bad? People use me as a milestone for ugliness. In fairy tales, I'm usually some kind of curse or punishment or bad character. In a book about kid wizards, I'm the least-wanted pet. Even nature mocks me by creating a stool in my honor... that I'm too big to sit on!

I can lock your door or dash down the street. One holds things shut, the other moves feet.