Apparently Ellie Simmonds sent one of her dwarf swimming mates to ask about buying a horse from a colleague at the Eventing. The Eventer asked "How will I recognise him?" Ellie says, "That's easy, he's a midget with a speech impediment"
The midget shows up, and the Eventer asks him if he's looking for a male or female horse. The midget says, "A female horth." The Eventer shows him a prized filly. The midget says, "Nith lookin horth. Can I thee her eyeth"?
Despite his cerebral palsy the Eventer picks up the midget and he gives the horse's eyes the once over. The midget says, "Nith eyeth, can I thee her earrth"?
At some pain the Eventer picks the little fella up again, and shows him the horse's ears. The midget says, "Nith earrth. can I thee her mouf"?
The Eventer is getting pretty pissed off by this point, but he picks him up again and shows him the horse's mouth. The midget says, "Nith mouf, can I thee her twat"?
Totally threaders the Eventer grabs him under the arms and jams the midget's head into the horse's you-know-what, pulls him back and exhausted drops him to the ground.
The midget gets up, sputtering and coughing and says, "Perhapth I should rephrathe that. Can I thee her wun awound a widdle bit"?