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 midget with a speech impediment."
The midget shows up, and the guy asks him if he's looking for a male or female horse?
"A female horth."
So they go down by the lake and he shows the midget a prized filly.
"Nith lookin horth. Can I thee her eyeth"?
So the guy 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?"
The rancher is getting pretty ticked off by this point, but he picks him up again and shows him the horse's mouth.
"Nithe mouf, can I thee her twat?"
Totally mad at this point, the rancher grabs the midget, calls him a pervert and throws him in the lake!
The midget struggles out of the lake, gets up, sputtering and coughing and says: "Perhapth I should rephrathe that. Can I thee her wun awound a widdlebit?"
