Answer:
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.
I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind. What am I?
Two bodies have I, though both joined in one. The more I stand still the faster I run. What am I?
I am the home for feathery animals.
I am a table you can eat. What am I?
I'm a soft, sweet food made from a mixture of flour, shortening, eggs, sugar, and other ingredients, baked and often decorated.