Answer:
You write on me and secrets I can keep in places never seen. I spin like a top. Though stiff as a board, I'm often described like a mop. What am I?
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, used to cover a stare, they go with you everywhere.
Everyone has me, but nobody can lose me. What am I?
Soft, hairy, from door to door. I am the pet that always stays on the floor. What am I?
The more you take away from it the larger it becomes. What is it?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.