Answer:
What has to be broken before you can use it?
The dirtier I get, the whiter I am. What am I?
Cloud is my mother. Wind is my father. I come down but never go up. What am I?
The shorter I am the bigger I am.
Deep, deep, do they go. Spreading out as they go. Never needing any air. They are sometimes as fine as hair.
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.