Answer:
I can be driven but have no wheels. I can be sliced but still remains whole
I pass before the sun but make no shadow. What am I?
Crooked as a rainbow and slick as a plate ten thousand horses can't pull me straight.
What did the thief get for stealing the calendar?
People see through me, but none pass through without killing me. I can be anywhere, and can be seen double or single. 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.