A shoulder riding squawk box, endowed with feathers bright. In a real world scenario, he'd be dinner tonight...

I'm a dress type for the English, and broader for Americans. I'm mandatory in most public buisineses. I'm oversized, graphic, cut-off and pressed. I'll get off your back for someone distressed. What am I?

If you don't cut this, and you end up eating the whole thing, technically you only had one piece. What am I?

I am bought by the yard but worn by the foot. What am I?

One guards a message folded tight, one rests where sea and stone unite. Though one’s pressed in wax and one meets foam, what single word can call both home?