Answer:
I have leaves on my fruit my fruit is on my leaves.
I am the building with the most number of stories.
Tear me off and scratch my head, what once was red is black instead. What am I?
The more you work the more I'll eat.You keep me full I'll keep you neat.
What is so delicate that saying its name breaks it?
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