Answer:
I am nothing but holes tied to holes, yet am strong as iron.
It cannot be seen, it weighs nothing, but when put into a barrel, it makes it lighter.
A nut cracker up in a tree.
With sharp edged wit and pointed poise. It can settle disputes without making a noise.
In Paris but not in France, the thinnest of its siblings.
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?