Answer:
I go in dry and come out wet. The longer I stay in, the stronger my surroundings get. What am I?
In all the world none can compare I am a tiny weaver my deadly cloth so silky and fair.
You do not want me when you donβt have me, but when you have me you donβt want to lose me. What am I?
You throw away my outside, you cook my inside. Then you eat my outside and you throw away my inside. What am I?
I plow and plow but never sow.
What is always coming but never arrives?