Answer:
I have keys but no locks. I have space but no room. You can enter but canβt go outside. What am I?
I am taken from a mine and shut in a wooden case from which I am never released. Yet I am used by almost everybody. What am I?
I break away from my pack. I create holes in my victims. I can travel for miles and then disappear. I am part of a dying breed. What am I?
I can be swallowed But I can also swallow you.
In my life I must bare, my bloodline I must share. What am I?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?