What am I?
A few of me makes something that grip. A stack of me makes part of a ship. A quarter of that makes something you wear. But just two of me might rhyme with armchair. If you’ve five of me a strong house might form. But a house of me is not very strong. What am I?
What am I?
I watch over you as you sleep without leaving a trace. It only takes one small step to land on my face. What am I?
