Answer:
Break me and I am better immediately set and harder to be broken again.
They took me from my mother's side where I was bravely bred and when to age I did become they did cut off my head. They gave to me some diet drink that often made me mad but it made peace between two kings and made two lovers glad.
My keepers feed me colored balls. With sticks they store on my den walls. Sometimes I store them in my pouch. Sometimes deep in my belly; ouch!
I am a small paradise surrounded by dryness and heat. What am I?
Crooked as a rainbow and slick as a plate, ten thousand horses can't pull me straight. What am I?
Why can't Kevin, who is now living in Canada, not be buried in the USA?