The Horth Wiithperer

A bloke calls his mate, the horse breeder, and says he's sending a friend over to look at a horse

His mate asks, 'How will I recognise him?'

'That's easy, he's a dwarf with a speech impediment.'

So, the dwarf shows up, and the breeder asks him if he's looking for a male or female horse.

'A female horth.'

So he shows him a prized filly.

'Nith lookin horth. Can I thee her eyeth?'

So the breeder picks up the dwarf and he gives the horse's eyes the once over.

'Nith eyeth, can I thee her earzth?'

So he picks the little fella up again, and shows him the horse's ears.

'Nith earzth, can I thee her mouf?'

The breeder is getting pretty ticked off by this point, but he picks him up again and shows him the horse's mouth.

'Nith mouf, can I thee her <deleted>?'

Totally mad at this point, the breeder grabs him under his arms and rams the dwarf's head up the horse's fanny, pulls him out and slams him on the ground.

The midget gets up, spluttering and coughing.

'Perhapth I should wefwaze that'.....

'Can I thee her wun awound a widdlebit?'