A city dweller calls his old school buddy, who used to break and train thoroughbreds, and asks if he could send a friend over to look at one of his horses.

The horse man asks, "How will I recognize your friend?"

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

So, the midget shows up, and the trainer asks him if he's looking for a colt or a filly.

"A female horth."

So he shows him 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 trainer is gettin' pretty ticked off by this point, but he picks him up again and shows him the horse's mouth.

"Nith mouf, can I see her twat?"

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

The midget gets up, sputtering and coughing.

"Perhapth I should rephwase that - can I thee her wun awound a liddlebit?"