Riddle #77

Question: 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?

Question: Tear one off and scratch my head. What once was red is black instead. What am I?

Question: What tastes better than it smells?

Question: What goes in the water black and comes out red?

Question: What loses its head in the morning and gets it back at night?

Question: What two things can you never eat for breakfast?