A leprechaun and a genie were sitting in a bar. A pirate with a missing arm and a peg leg was standing in a corner.
"Faith and Begorra!" siad the leprechaun. "Tis cruel hard these treasure hunters are to the wee folk. One of 'em caught me last month, and made me give up me pot of gold. That was all the money I had saved for me fraiul owld age!"
The genie nodded sympathetically. "I know just what you mean, Shawn. A treasure hunter found my lamp last week and forced me to give him three wishes. That used up all the magic I'd saved up for my retirement."
"Is that so, Ahmed? These black hearted treasure hunters are cruel hard to us magic folk."
The pirate said, "Arrgh. I be right sorry for ye, shipmates. But O'ive suffered a worse fate."
"No you haven't!" said Ahmed. "Treasure hunters don't bother other humans."
"That's jist where you're wrong, laddie. A treasure hunter caught me yesterday, and took somethin' more important to me than a retirement fund. Now what do ye think he took?"
Shawn the leprechaun looked at the stump of the pirate's missing arm and hazarded a guess. "Your arm?"
"Nay lad. It warn't that."
Well, said Ahmed, looking at his peg leg. "He took your leg then."
"Nay, it warn't that neither."
"Well, what?" Ahmed asked.
"Well, you may be wonderin' why I'm standin' in a corner instead of sittin' down with ye. The truth is, Oi've got nothing left to sit on. That treasure hunter took my BOOTY!" _________________ " ... the mistakes that we male and female mortals make when we have our own way might fairly raise some wonder that we are so fond of it. " George Eliot |