Welcome to Wales
An English ventriloquist visiting Wales walks into a Small village and sees a local sitting on his veranda patting his dog.
He figures he’ll have a little fun, so he says to the taff
‘Gooday, mind if I talk to your dog?’
Villager: ‘The dog doesn’t talk, you stupid English bastard.’
Ventriloquist: ‘Hello dog, how’s it going mate?’
Dog: ‘Yeah, doin’ all right.’
Taff: (look of extreme shock)
Ventriloquist: ‘Is this villager your owner?’ (pointing at the Villager)
Dog: ‘Yep’
Ventriloquist: ‘How does he treat you?’
Dog: ‘Yeah, real good. He walks me twice a day, feeds me great food And takes me to the lake once a week to play.’
Taff: (look of utter disbelief)
Ventriloquist: ‘Mind if I talk to your horse?’
Taff: ‘Uh, the horse doesn’t talk either…I think.’
Ventriloquist: ‘Hey horse, how’s it going?’
Horse: ‘Cool’
Taff: (absolutely dumbfounded)
Ventriloquist: ‘Is this your owner?’ (Pointing at the villager)
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 shed to protect me from the Elements.’
Taff: (total look of amazement)
Ventriloquist: ‘Mind if I talk to your sheep?’
Taff: (in a panic) ’The sheep’s a liar……’
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