Answer:
The more you take away from me, the bigger I shall get. What am I?
Wind and cord combine, buzzing in the box. In all this we find, though to some the use is lost. What am I?
I'm not really more than holes tied to more holes; I'm strong as good steel, though not as stiff as a pole.
I'm found in socks ties and hands. What am I?
I am quick when Iām thin. I am slow when Iām fat. Wind is my worst nightmare.
Give it food and it will live, give it water and it will die.