A guy calls his horse rancher buddy and says he's sending over a friend to look at a horse.

The buddy asks "How will I recognize him?

"That's easy. My friend's a midget with a speech impediment ." So the midget shows up and the rancher asks if he's looking for a male or female horse.

"A female horth," the midget says." So the rancher shows him a prized filly.

"Nithe lookin horth," the midget says. Can I thee her eyeth "? So the rancher picks up the midget, who gives the horse's eyes the once over.

"Nithe eyeths, can I thee her earzth"? The rancher picks the little fella up again and shows him the horse's ears. "Nithe earzth. Can I thee her mouf?"

The rancher is getting a little ticked off, but he picks the midget up again and shows him the horse's mouth.

"Nithe mouf. Can I see her twat?" At this point the rancher"s had it. He grabs the midget under his arms and rams his head as far as he can up the horse's twat, pulls him out, and slams him on the ground.

The midget, sputtering and coughing, gets up. "Perhapth I should rephrase that," he says."Can I thee her wun awound a widdlebit"?