A little man with a very noticeable lisp walked into a horse farm.
He smiled at the owner and said,
“I’d like to buy a horth.”
The owner nodded.
“Certainly! What kind of horse are you looking for?”
“A female horth.”
The owner proudly led him over to a beautiful mare.
The little man admired her for a moment.
“Nithe horth…”
“Can I thee her eyth?”
The owner kindly lifted him up so he could inspect the horse’s eyes.
“Very healthy,” the owner said.
The little man nodded.
“Nithe eyth…”
“Now can I thee her teeth?”
Once again, the owner picked him up.
“Excellent teeth,” he said.
The little man smiled.
“Nithe teeth…”
Then he asked,
“Now… can I thee her twot?”
The owner froze.
His eyes widened.
Without saying a word, he grabbed the little man…
Lifted him high into the air…
And accidentally shoved his head much farther under the horse than intended before pulling him back out.
The little man gasped for air…
Shook his head…
Coughed a few times…
Then said,
“M-maybe I should weefwaze that…”
He took a deep breath and smiled.
“Can I thee her wun awound?” 😂🤣
