Answer:
My tongue hangs out as I run over fields and streets all day. I get tied up every morning and untied at night.
At night I come without being fetched. By day I am lost without being stolen.
What building has the most stories?
I pass before the sun, but make no shadow.
I tremble at each breath of air, and yet can heaviest burdens bear.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?