I make up worlds both big and small, with castles high where wonders call. No rules I keep, no lines I see, I am whatever you want me to be.

I’m aged but not alive, I can crumble or I can thrive. Mice may chase me in their dreams, Yet I’m not quite what I seem.

I sit in your hand and help you play, I move in all directions, left, right, or sway. Push me forward, pull me back with care, I control the action in a digitallair. What am I?

Speed in norwegian, or a naughty word in english.

I am a long, silver snake that bends but never breaks to bite. I spend my days gripping twins, triplets, or crowds, keeping them in perfect order. If you strip me of my second half, I am just a daily read. If you strip me of my first half, I am a trim or a movie scene. What am I?