A dwarf with a lisp goes into a stud farm and says, “I’d like to buy a horth.”

“What sort of horse?” asks the owner.

“A female horth,” replies the dwarf, so the owner shows him a mare.

The dwarf says, “Nithe horth! Can I thee her eyth?”

The owner obliges, lifting him up to see the mare’s eyes.

“Nith eyth,” the dwarf continues, “Can I thee her teeth?”

The owner lifts him again, showing the mare’s teeth.

“Nith teeth!” says the dwarf, “And now… can I see her twot?”

The owner, a bit flustered, shoves his head in close and pulls him out.

The dwarf shakes his head and says, “Pewhaps I should weefwaze that… Can I see her wun awound!”