Growing up in poverty, luxuries were few, but don't clean this at suppertime, then woe be to you!

Once I was an open wound, now I am only its trace. The pain has long since faded, but I never left its place.

I rise without being called. A bubble with no bath. Poke me and I punish you, I'm friction's aftermath. What am I?

An animal everybody sits on every single day, its back can also be used in an insulting way. But it's Kong's little brother, he's in a swamp mansion. To get the right answer, find the Ogre's best companion.

Look from side to side see a landscape far and wide Stretch across the view see with your eyes From hill and dale to open skies