Answer:
I produce wool and spit a lot
I am a tool for fairies.
Fatherless and motherless. I was born without sin. Roared when I came into the world, but I never spoke again. What am I?
I am gentle enough to soothe your skin light enough to fly in the sky and strong enough to crack rocks.
In wealth I abound; in water I stand; as a fencer I'm valued all over the land; at Venice I'm famous; by farmers I'm prized; respected by law yet huntsmen despised; consternation and ruin ensue when I break; And the beasts of the forest advantage won't take.
What never asks questions but receives a lot of answers?