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 short fellow with a speech impediment."

So, the short fellow 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 short fellow and he gives the horse's eyes the once over.

"Nith eyeth; now can I thee her earzth"?

So he picks the little fella up again,and shows him the horse's ears. "Nith earzth; now can I see 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.

"Nice mouf; now can I see her twot"?

Totally mad as fire at this point, the rancher grabs him under his arms and rams the little fella's head as far as he can up the horse's twat, pulls him out and slams him on the ground.

The short fellow gets up, sputtering and coughing. "Perhapth I should rephrase that; Can I thee her wun awound a widdlebit"?