I come in many shapes, sizes and a rainbow of colors. Some use me in the summer sun others use me when it rains. What am I?

What has one horn and gives away milk every day?

I help plants climb up toward the sky, I’m like a wall, but holes go by. I’m criss and cross, a wooden net, What am I that flowers can’t forget?

I’ve got six pockets Four legs. And Sixteen balls that like to get smacked.

A familiar sight in locker rooms and forbidden doors, or maybe even a bridge in France, if you're so inclined? A valient guard thay has been around for centuries! And in its jaws, with a clean snap, you can feel assured that your treasure is well secured. Unless, of course, something with bigger teeth comes by to bite through iron bone...