I’m born once a day, grow old by nightfall, wrap fish better than gifts, and tell yesterday as if it just happened. What am I?

I prick the hand that grasps too fast, my name grows shorter when I’m cast from one to many; count me twice, I lose a letter, not my spikes. What am I?

In a rush, you are of course! Just don't put me before the horse.

I am five in binary and a laugh in slang. I am how many dogs there were in a well known movie with dogs

My first three is what you hail My last three is what traps fish In between is a container for waste