an english ventriloquist (a man that can speak true his tummy) goes to a town in the desert and sees an moroccan sitting on a stone

english man: nice dog u got there can i talk to him?

moroccan: dog no speak

english man: hallo dog, how are you?

dog: im oke hows u?

moroccan: (looking astounded)

english man: is this your boss?

dog: yep!

english man: how does he treat u?

dog: good, he feeds me well, he walks with me and takes me every week to the oase to play with me

moroccan: (baffled)

english man: can i talk to your horse?

moroccan: horse no speak

english man: hallo horse, how are you?

horse: hello english man, im more than oke how about yourself?

moroccan: (almost in shock)

english man: is this your owner?

horse: yep!

english man: how does he treat u?

horse: very very good, we walk realy alot daily, and i get the best food there is

moroccan: (Face contorted with disbelief)

english man: can i talk with your goat?

moroccan: NO... NO... Goat Lies!!!!!!!!!