The Horth Whithperer

Bert calls his buddy Paul, the horse rancher, and says he's sending afriend over to look at a horse.

Paul asks "How will I recognize him?"

"That's easy, Jerry's a midget with a speech impediment."

So, Jerry the midget shows up, and Paul asks Jerry 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"? Paul 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"? Paul 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 twat"? Totally mad at this point, Paul grabs him under his arms and rams the midget's head as far as he can up the horse's twat, pulls him out and slams him on the ground.

Jerry the midget gets up, sputtering and coughing.

"Perhapth I should rephrase that; Can I thee her wun awound a widdlebit."