Guarded by Thousands
Golden treasures I contain guarded by hundreds and thousands. Stored in a labyrinth where no man walks yet men come often to seize my gold. By smoke I am overcome and robbed then left to build my treasure anew. What am I?
Sleeping Black Dog
A black dog is sleeping in the middle of a black road that has no streetlights and there is no moon. A car coming down the road with its lights off steers around the dog. How did the driver know the dog was there?