A dwarf with a lisp visits a stud farm.
“I’d like to buy a horth”, he says to the owner of the farm.
“What sort of horse?” asks 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 horse’s eyes and
puts him down again.
“Nithe eyeth”, says the dwarf, “Can I thee her teeth?”
Again the owner picks up the dwarf to show him the horse’s teeth and
puts him down.
“Nithe teeth… May I now see her eerth?” the dwarf says.
By now the owner is getting a little fed up, but again picks up the
dwarf to show him the horse’s ears and then puts him down.
“Nithe eerth,” he says. “Now… Can I see her twot?”
“With this, the owner picks the dwarf up, and, holding him by the
scruff of his neck and the back of his belt, shoves his head deep
inside the horse’s v*gina. 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?”
