Answer:
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, used to cover a stare, they go with you everywhere.
I am a lunch money thief
Cloud is my mother. Wind is my father. I come down but never go up. What am I?
I am milky white and scares people.
If a man carries my burden they will get crushed to death. Though not rich I leave silver in my track.
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk