Answer:
What is easy to get into, but hard to get out of?
I move without wings, between silken strings. I leave as you find my substance behind. What am I?
I am the best thing that can happen after a stick hits a ball.
I am a sharp looking horse with a flaxen tail. The longer I run the shorter my tail becomes.
I have more shoes than anybody, but less feet than everyone. I am met in the morning, but departed in the night. I may shake as if I'm angry, but I won't bite. What am I?
What do people want the least on their hands?