Answer:
I am carried by mad animals.
Open me, and you can't see me without a mirror. Close me and you can't see me at all. What am I?
I am a type of cheese made backwards
I can't go left, I can't go right. I am forever stuck in a building over three stories high. What am I?
I am gentle enough to soothe your skin light enough to fly in the sky and strong enough to crack rocks.
What is always coming but never arrives?