"A female horth."

A guy calls his buddy the horse rancher and says he's sending a friend

over to look at a horse. His buddy asks, "How will I recognize him?"

"That's easy, he's a midget with a speech impediment". So, the midget

shows up, and the guy 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 guy picks up the midget 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 see her mouf"?

The rancher is gettin' pretty ticked off by this point, but he picks

him up again and shows him the horse's mouth. "Nice mouf, can I see her

twot"?

Totally mad as fire at this point, the rancher grabs him under his arms

and rams the midget's head as far as he can up the horse's fanny, pulls him

out and slams him on the ground. The midget gets up, spluttering and

coughing.

"Perhapth I should wephwase that; Can I thee her wun awound a

widdlebit"?