Answer:
I am a small paradise surrounded by dryness and heat.
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 enjoyed with a pot and some pointy sticks.
What gets bigger the more you take away?
What has no beginning, end, or middle?
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.