Answer:
Break me and I am better, immediately set and harder to be broken again. What am I?
I run around the streets all day. Under the bed or by the door I sit at night, never alone. My tongue hangs out, waiting to be fed during the day. What am I?
Whoever makes it tells it not. Whoever takes it knows it not. Whoever knows it wants it not
If you break me, I'll not stop working. If you can touch me, my work is done. What am I?
I can generate fear and some say I come out of your ears. I am as quiet as a mouse but not welcomed in the house. What am I?
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.