We are little airy creatures all of different voice and features one of us in glass is set. One of us you'll find in jet. Another you may see in tin. And the fourth a box within. If the fifth you should pursue it can never fly from you.
You find me behind the stars; or in a sixth seventh or third. It takes something round a computer and me to make pie. I am bigger than anything you can think of.
I am long and slim works in light. Has but one eye and an awful bite.
I am a ship that can be made to ride the greatest waves. I am not built by objects but built by minds.
Lighter than feather and softer than silk, yet the strongest man in the world cannot hold me for more than a few minutes. What am I?
Why are foot injuries so serious?