The ventriloquist and the villager

An Australian ventriloquist visiting Wales into a village on the outskirts of Swansea and sees a local sitting on his porch patting his dog. He figures he'll have little fun.

Ventriloquist: "G'Day Mate! Good looking dog, mind if I speak to him?"

Villager: "The dog doesn't talk, you stupid Aussie."

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

Dog: "doing' all right."

Villager: (look of extreme shock)

Ventriloquist: "Is this villager your owner? (Pointing at the villager)

Dog: "Yep"

Ventriloquist: "How does he treat you?"

Dog: "Real good. He walks me twice a day, feeds me great food and takes me to the valley once a week to play."

Villager: (look of utter disbelief)

Ventriloquist: "Mind if I talk to your horse?"

Villager: "Uh, the horse doesn't talk either.... I think."

Ventriloquist: "Hey horse, how's it going?" Horse: "Cool"

Villager: (absolutely dumbfounded)

Ventriloquist: "Is this your owner?

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."

Villager: (total look of amazement)

Ventriloquist: "Mind if I talk to your sheep?"

Villager: "The sheep's a f***ing liar.