This guy who owns a horse farm gets a call from a friend.

The friend says, “I know this midget with a speech impediment who wants to buy a horse, and I’m sending him over.”

The midget arrives, and the owner asks him if he wants a male or female horse.

“A female horth,” the midget replies. So the owner shows him one.

“Nith looking horth. Can I see her mouf?”

So the owner picks up the midget and shows him the horse’s teeth.

“Nith mouf, can I see her eyeth?”

So the owner picks up the midget and shows him her eyes.

“OK, what about the earsth?”

Now the owners is beginning to get a little pissed, but he picks up the midget one more time and shows him her ears.

“Okay, finally, I would like to see her twat.”

With that, the owner loses all patience, picks up the midget, and shoves his head up the horse’s twat, then pulls him out.

Shaking his wet head, the midget says, “Perhapth I should rephrase that. I would like to thee the horth run.”