Answer:
A white field, and when it is plowed, its soil is black.
Even the oldest ones can be described as current, but a little mainstream.
Words come out of it, aligned in perfect silence. A messenger of black on white, a slinky fellow drawing lines, of thin and soft graphite
Poorly behaved children often find themselves sitting in these.
They live only in stories, taller than three storeys.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?