Walk on the living, they don’t even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?

I have four letters, removing my first and you can paddle across the lake, remove my second and you’ll be served a drink, remove my last and I might strangle. What am I?

I make things dry, but most of the time you find me in water The lands I touch become barren, but you need me to survive I am made of two violent oppsites, that when meeting neutralize one another

I am the love-child of shiver and simmer, but have nothing to do with temperature. My siblings are glimmer and glitter, but I am much bigger and gentler. You can find me dancing and fluttering on the surface of satin and water.

I have four legs and eat grass I am noisy when I am angry and stubborn otherwise I may be called stupid and unwise All of you have me