A bloke calls his mate

A bloke calls his mate, the horse trainer, and says he's sending a friend over to look at a horse.
His mate asks "How will I recognize him?"

"Thats easy, he's a midget with a speech impediment"

So, the midget shows up, and the trainer asks him if he is looking for a male or female horse.
"A female horth."

So he shows him a prize filly.
"Nith looking horth. Can I see her eyeth?"

So the trainer picks up the midget and he gives the horse's eyes the once over.
"Nith eyeth, can I see her earzth?'

So the trainer picks up the little guy and shows him the horses ears.
"Nith earzth, can I see her mouf?:

The trainer is getting pretty peed off by this time, but he picks the midget up again and shows him the horses mouth.
"Nice mouf, can I see her twat?"

Totally mad at this point, the trainer 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.

The midget gets up, spluttering and coughing. "Perhapth I should reprath that; can I see her run awound a widdlebit."