Goats Three

“Traveler! We offer no passage here. Unless, of course, one can fathom our riddles. Here is the first: what when filled with arms and legs is a strong and fearsome foe, but limbless is limp and soft and quite the tasty meal!”
“... a shirt?”
“Correct. Travel on...”

“Halt! Trespasser! Answer me this: what is scattered along the forest floor like breadcrumbs, though not as sweet, which always leads back to me. What falls from the heavens like rain but does not slack the thirsty ground. What has a hue of lustrous chestnut but squirrels refuse to gather. What—”
“Poop! It's your poop.”
“Very well... you may continue.”

“Oi, lad. What has two horns and got himself rather tangled up?”
“...”
“Hey now! Where ye going? Lend a hand!”