I run over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night I sit not alone. My tongue hangs out, up and to the rear, awaiting to be filled in the morning. What am I?
I hide in a dark tunnel awaiting my time. I can only be released by pulling back. Once released, I may do unstoppable damage. What am I?
I get bigger each day and smaller by night. I say bye to you at night. And I am always with you in the morning. What am I?
I am black as night but filled with light. I can be seen, even through a screen. I hold many secrets, waiting for them to be discovered. What am I?
Every night I'm told what to do,
and each morning I do what I'm told.
But I still don't escape your scold.
What am I?