Answer:
I am in truth a yellow fork from tables in the sky by inadvertent fingers dropped the awful cutlery. Of mansions never quite disclosed and never quite concealed the apparatus of the dark to ignorance revealed.
I can be cracked made told and played. What am I?
I am made by nature soft as silk; A puffy cloud white as milk; Snow tops this tropical crop; The dirtiest part of a mop.
I am a kind of coat that can only be put on when wet.
My flavors ranges from strawberry to toe.
Why was the cook arrested?