A guy gives a call to his friend, the rancher, telling him about a friend he’s sending over to check out a horse.
His friend then inquires, ‘How will I be able to recognize him?’
‘Oh, that’s simple…he’s a dwarf with a speech impediment.’
When the dwarf arrives, the rancher asks him whether he’s looking for a male horse or a female horse.
‘A female horth.’
He then shows the dwarf a prized filly.
‘Nith lookin horth. Can I thee her eyeth?’
At this, the rancher picks up the dwarf so he can check the horse’s eyes.
‘Nith eyeth, can I thee her earzth?’
The rancher, still accommodating, lifts the little guy once more and displays the horse’s ears.
‘Nith earzth, can I thee her mouf?’
By this moment, the rancher is becoming quite irritated, yet he picks him up again to show him the horse’s mouth.
‘Nice mouf, can I see her twat?’
Frustrated beyond measure, the rancher seizes him by the arms and forcefully shoves the dwarf’s head up the horse’s rear, then pulls him out and drops him onto the ground.
The little man stands up, gasping and choking.
‘Perhapth I thould rephrathe that. Can I thee her wun awound a widdlebit?’
