Tim Bean the dwarf

Tim Bean is a tiny guy with a lisp

He 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,” Tim Bean replies.

So the owner shows him a mare.

“Nithe horth,” says Little Tim Bean, “Can I thee her eyeth?”

So the owner picks up Tim Bean to show him the horse’s eyes and
puts him down again.

“Nithe eyeth”, says Little Tim Bean, “Can I thee her teeth?”

Again the owner picks up Tim Bean to show him the horse’s teeth and
puts him down.

“Nithe teeth… May I now see her eerth?” Tim Bean says.

By now the owner is getting a little fed up, but again picks up
Tim Bean 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 Tim Bean up, and, holding him by the
scruff of his neck and the back of his belt, shoves his head deep
inside the horse’s vigina. He holds him there for a couple of
seconds before pulling him out and putting him down.

Little Tim Bean shakes his head and says, “Perhaps I should weefwaze that:

Can I see her wun awound?”