Answer:
You throw me out when you use me and take me in when you are done. What am I?
I am in truth a yellow fork from tables in the sky by inadvertent fingers dropped the awful cutlery. Of mansions never quite disclosed and never quite concealed the apparatus of the dark to ignorance revealed.
What has to be broken before you can use it?
Everyone has me, but nobody can lose me. What am I?
I am all around you, but you cannot see me. I have no throat, but you can hear me. Valued during summer but despised in the winter. What am I?
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?