In which Coffee teaches a willow ball who’s boss

What have we here…?  What?  Defenceless?  That is no excuse for being in my hutch.  Who said you were allowed in here? 

There.  So you how do you like that, hm?  Throw you down the stairs just because I can.  Who’s in charge now, eh? 

Ooh, that looks remarkably like a piece of carrot.

Where was I?  And what have we here?  A willow ball.  Have we not had this conversation before?