Answer:
No matter how hard you hit me, no matter how much I hurt, I'll always go for a laugh. What am I?
I am a shimmering field that reaches far. Yet I have no tracks and am crossed without paths. What am I?
What is harder to catch the faster you run?
What gets wetter as it dries?
What has words but never speaks?
Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.