Answer:
What can be drawn but never taken?
In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?
I go in dry and come out wet. The longer I stay in, the stronger my surroundings get. What am I?
I am a sharp looking horse with a flaxen tail. The longer I run the shorter my tail becomes.
Lighter than what I am made of, more of me is hidden than is seen. What am I?
It has no top or bottom, but it can hold flesh, bones, and blood all at the same time.