A precious little girl walks into a pet shop and asks in the sweetest
little lisp,
“Excuthe me, mithter, do you keep widdle wabbits?”
And the shopkeeper gets down on his knees, so that he’s on her level, and
asks, “Do you want a widdle white wabby or a thoft and fuwwy bwack wabby
or maybe one like that cute widdle bwown wabby over there?”
She in turn puts her hands on her knees, leans forward and says in a
quiet voice, "I don’t fink my pet python weally gives a thit .
