 Liz shoved the poster paper next to the scissors in his pouch and headed down the street, pulling out the next clue as he went. I'm long and I'm thin and I just can't be beat. I tie things up tight and keep shoes on your feet. I come in a ball. I'm a toy for a cat. I help make kites fly. Now, how about that? As for who has me, well, here is a hint. His name is the thing that holds down a tent.