Answer:
I am carried by mad animals.
Sometimes dark and sometimes bright I make my way among twinkling lights. Seas and oceans obey my call yet mountains I cannot move at all. My face is marred and gray But I'm majestic anyway
Some will use me, others not. Some have remembered, others forgot. For profit or gain, I'm used expertly. I can't be picked off the ground or tossed into the sea. What am I?
Draw fire or fill me; I'm still empty.
You throw me away, I find my way back. Traditionally, I'm wooden with an arch in my back. What am I?
What did the grape do when he got stepped on?