Bob calls his buddy Sam, the horse rancher, and says he\'s sending a friend over to look at a horse.

Sam asks,  "How will I recognize him?"

Bob says,  "That\'s easy,  he\'s a midget with a speech impediment."

So the midget shows up and Sam asks him if he\'s looking for a male or female horse.

"A female horth."

So Sam shows him a prized filly.

"Nith lookin\' horth, can I thee her eyeth?"

Sam picks up the midget and he gives the horse\'s eyes the once over.

"Nith eyeth, can I thee her earzth?"  So Sam picks the little fella up again and shows him the horse\'s ears.

"Nith earzth, can I thee her mouf?"

The rancher 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 twat?"

Totally mad at this point, the rancher grabs the midget under the arms and rams his head as far up the horse\'s rear end he can,  pulls him out and slams him on the ground.

The midget gets up, sputtering and coughing and says,  "Perhapth I should refayz that, can I thee her wun awound a widdle bit?"