Are you sure? The Architect asked, Actually, I just need to find my rasp, I'm sure, Goldi The Picklock said, This house will be just right. Not too big or too small, and no bear in sight. The Architect was glad she wanted to settle, build a ladder and ignored her jabber. Goldi The Picklock was talking about oats and beds and how Snow White never had to deal with the speckle. The Architect erected the ladder into the clouds, where his resilient client went into the castle to deal with the...

The more of me you take, the more you leave behind. You can walk in me to follow a ghost, yet I never move an inch. I am a silent guide to where you are going, born only when your sole is pressed. What am I?

If you find yourself in trouble, send this out to guide help, on the double! It can also serve as a less tangible thing, known for the feelings of joy it can bring.

A small flask can light me up you can say without me I'm sure a flop.

I armor a finger, while needles invade, I once toured a board where fortunes were made. A tiny tin helmet, no soldier inside, Where giants sew kingdoms, I happily hide.