Answer:
I direct you from outer space.
I am the black child of a white father a wingless bird flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me even though there is no cause for grief and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air.
I am the building with the most number of stories. What am I?
I am a tool for fairies.
You cannot keep me until you have given me. What am I?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?