In fairy tales, I help fetch the prize, a vessel for water beneath sunny skies. With handle held high, I sway side to side, a humble companion on country rides.

I live when you wonder and die when you know, I grow in the maybe and shrink in the so. I vanish when named, yet guide what you do. Half truth, half question, what am I to you?

I am hated. I am teacher. I am torture. And I am feared. What am I?

You drop me in the toilet I float on water I'm cut and chopped Mathematicians deal with me , as do lumberjacks

I knew much honour. But no longer exists. I knight from the past. Yet in a serie I am called Jack. Now don’t fear my blade, and guess my aid. What am I?