Answer:
I am a tool for fairies.
I am black white and read all over.
I keep growing and am practically indestructible. I get eaten, but always come back. I survive cold and lie everywhere. You see me everyday. What am I?
I am a shimmering field that reaches far. Yet I have no tracks and am crossed without paths. What am I?
I am used to bat with, yet I never get a hit. I am near a ball, yet never thrown. What am I?
Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.