A dwarf with a speech impediment goes into a stud farm.
‘I’d like to buy a horth.’ he says to the owner of the farm.
‘What sort of horse?’ said the owner.
‘A female horth.’ the dwarf replies.
So the owner shows him a mare.
‘Nithe horth.’ says the dwarf.
‘Can I thee her eyeth?’
So the owner picks up the dwarf to show him the horses eyes.
‘Nithe eyeth.’ says the dwarf.
‘Can I thee her teeth?’
Again the owner picks up the dwarf to show him the horses teeth.
‘Nithe teeth.’ He says.
‘Can I see her eerth?’ the dwarf says.’
The owner is getting fed up but again picks up the dwarf to show him the horses ears.
‘Nithe eerth.’ He says.
‘Now… can I see her twot?’
The owner, not sure if he heard correctly, replies, ‘Her what?’
‘Twot, can I see her twot,’ the dwarf says.
The owner losing his patience picks the dwarf up by the scruff of his neck and shoves his head deep inside the horse’s you-know-what.
He holds him there for a couple of seconds before pulling him out and putting him down.
The dwarf shakes his head and says, ‘Perhaps I should weefwaze that,…’
‘Can I see her wun awound?’
