Answer:
I can be used to type and point you see. But don't forget, you can count on me. What am I?
Who spends the day at the window, goes to the table for meals. And hides at night?
Big as a biscuit, deep as a cup, but even a river canβt fill it up. What is it?
My teeth are sharp, my back is straight, to cut things up it is my fate.
What weaves webs as they grow?
Black we are and much admired. Many seek us if they are tired. We tire the horse, and comfort man, and turn White when we've fulfilled your plan.