A little girl walks into a pet shop and asks in the sweetest little lisp,
“Excuthe me, mithter, do you keep wittle wabbits?”
And the shopkeeper gets down one his knees, (so that he’s on the same level with her), and asks,
“Do you want a wittle white wabbit or a soft and fuwwy bwack wabbit?”
She in turn puts her hands on her knees, bends forward and says,
“I don’t fink my pyfon weally cares.”
