Answer:
What follows a dog wherever it goes?
I am known for my beautiful mane and people ride on my back. What am I?
I'm a large gray animal with a trunk and tusks. What am I?
In all the world, none can compare, to this tiny weaver, his deadly cloth so silky and fair.
What is that which, while it lives, constantly changes its habit, that is buried before it is dead, and whose tomb is valued wherever it is found?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?