Answer:
I am in truth a yellow fork from tables in the sky by inadvertent fingers dropped the awful cutlery. Of mansions never quite disclosed and never quite concealed the apparatus of the dark to ignorance revealed.
Though desert men once called me God today men call me mad. For I wag my tail when I am angry. And growl when I am glad.
I go into the water black and come out red. What am I?
I have numbers on my face but can't find 13 any place. What am I?
I do not contain flesh feather or scales; yet I have fingers and thumbs.
Whoever made me don't want me. Whoever bought me don't need me. Whoever use me don't know me.