Answer:
I like to twirl my body but keep my head up high. After I go in everything becomes tight
I am whole but incomplete. I have no eyes, yet I see. My largest part is one fourth of what I once was. What am I?
I move without wings between silken strings. I leave as you find my substance behind
Better touch me before you proceed to second.
I can only be played on a windy day
What made Cyclops quit teaching?