Answer:
What goes in the water red, and comes out black?
Today he is there to trip you up. And he will torture you tomorrow. Yet he is also there to ease the pain, when you are lost in grief and sorrow.
Thirty white horses on a red hill, first they champ, then they stamp, then they stand still.
Sometimes black, sometimes white, I have veins but no blood
In Paris but not in France, the thinnest of its siblings.
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?