Answer:
I carry you down a gentle stream.
I am a red drum which sounds without being touched, and grows silent, when touched. What am I?
You can always find me in the past. I am created in the present, but the future can not change me. What am I?
You seek me out when your hunger's ripe. I sit on four legs and smoke a pipe.
My first is second in line; I send shivers up your spine; not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
Do what he says and you'll be fine, don't and you lose the game.