Chapter 2 Give Me Back My Hat, Please

The American woman handed me over to her man, he thought if he took my hat, he'd have the upper-hand. I kept my cool, and asked that fool, "Dear sir, I detect in your voice, a bit of annoyance, I so hate to disappoint, how may I be of assistance?" "Wee Leprechaun, times are tough, the ecomomy is in the crapper, if I could find your pot of gold, I'd be much more happier." "I see, I see, and I empathasize, so if you return my hat, I'll be able to ease your cries." As he released his hold and reached for the hat, I jumped out of his arms and attempted to scat. But that man was quick, like an All-Blacks kick, and I did not get away, oh drat!