The visiting ventriloquist

An English ventriloquist visiting Wales walks into a small village and
sees a local farmer sitting on his porch patting his dog.

He figures he’d have some fun, so he says to the Welshman “Can I talk
to your dog?”

Farmer “The dog doesn’t talk, you stupid English git”

Ventriloquist: "Hello dog, how’s it going mate? "

Dog: “Doin’ alright”

Farmer: (Look of extreme shock)

Ventriloquist: “Is this farmer your owner?” (Pointing at the farmer)

Dog: “Yep”

Ventriloquist: “How does he treat you?”

Dog: “Real good. He walks me twice a day, feeds me great food and takes me down to the lake once a week to play”

Farmer (Look of disbelief)

Ventriloquist: “Mind if I talk to your horse?”

Farmer: “Uh, the horse doesn’t talk either. I don’t think”

Ventriloquist: “Hey horse, how’s it going?”

Horse: “Cool”

Farmer: (Absolutely dumfounded)

Ventriloquist: “Is this your owner?” (Pointing to the Farmer)

Horse: “Yep”

Ventriloquist: “How does he treat you?”

Horse: “Pretty good, thanks for asking. He rides me regularly, brushes
me down often and keeps me in the barn to protect me from the elements”

Farmer: (Total look of amazement)

Ventriloquist: “Mind if I talk to your sheep?”

Farmer: (In a panic) “The sheep’s a liar…”

It’s true - never trust a sheep :laughing: :laughing:

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