The buddy says, "How will I recognize him?"

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

So, the midget shows up, and the guy asks him if he's looking for a male or female horse.

"A female horth," says the midget.

So he shows him a prized filly.

"Nith lookin horth. Can I thee her eyeth?" asks the midget.

So the guy picks up the midget and he gives the horse's eyes the once over. "Nith eyeth," notes the midget. "Can I thee her earzth"?

So he picks the little fella up again, and shows him the horse's ears.

"Nith earzth," comments the midget. "Can I see her mouf"?

The rancher is getting pretty annoyed by this point, but he picks him up again and shows him the horse's mouth.

"Nice mouf," states the midget. "Can I see her twat?"

Totally fed up at this point, the rancher grabs him under his arm and jams the midget's head as far as he can up the horse's you-know-what, pulls him out and slams him on the ground.

The midget gets up, sputtering and coughing. "Perhapth I should rephrathe that?" says the midget. "Can I thee her wun awound a widdle bit?"