When I get closer my tail grows longer but when I go away my tail leads the way.
Though it be cold, I wear no clothes. The frost and snow I never fear. I value neither shoes nor hose and yet I wander far and near. What am I?
I can be sweet or sour. I do not rhyme with any other word
What gets broken without being held?
Although a human shape I wear, mother I never had. By every miss I'm valued much, still my cruel fate is such by boys I am often despised. What am I?
I roam through the lands hoping to rescue my love. I search high and low and will stomp on you if you get in my way!