Answer:
In your fire you hear me scream, creaking and whining, yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
It's been around for millions of years, but is never more than a month old. What is it?
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt, my merest touch brings laughter.
So cold, damp and dark this place. To stay you would refrain, yet those who occupy this place do never complain.
What can you catch but not throw?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?