Answer:
Hold the tail, while I fish for you.
I tremble at each breath of air, and yet can heaviest burdens bear.
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams, my merest touch brings laughter
Green arrows grow out of my sides. I go from yellow to white. My babies fly in the wind. What am I?
You must keep this thing. Its loss will affect your brothers. For once yours is lost, it will soon be lost by others.
Why was the cook arrested?