When its cold in winter this is something you love its like. Tiny white stars falling from up above. What are the white stars?
You’ll see me outside standing even in the cold months. I am made of a bunch of winter flakes and I like to keep warm with a knitted yarn. What am I?
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.
What am I?
