Answer:
I run around the streets all day. Under the bed or by the door I sit at night, never alone. My tongue hangs out, waiting to be fed during the day. What am I?
I am the tool for inspiring many. Buy me in the store for not much more than a penny. Don't overuse me, or my usefulness will go. What am I?
I'm an old relative who's hand's can't hold anything and eyes canβt see anything
I am bought by the yard but worn by the foot
When you stop and look, you can always see me. If you try to touch, you cannot feel me. I cannot move, but as you near me, I will move away from you. What am I?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.