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…”
