Answer:
When can someone truthfully tell someone βwell doneβ but think they did a bad job?
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.
What turns from red to black as soon as it touches water?
What has a bell but isn't a church. Is full of air but is not a balloon?
I have four wings but cannot fly. I never laugh and never cry. On the same spot always found, toiling away with little sound.
I always murmur but never talk. Always run but never walk. I have a bed but never sleep, have a mouth but never speak. What am I?