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 on his knees, so that he's on her
level,
and asks:
"Do you want a wittle white wabbit or a thoft and fuwwy bwack
wabbit or maybe one like that cute wittle bwown wabbit over
there?"
She in turn puts her hands on her knees, leans forward and says in
a
quiet voice:
"I don't fink my python weally givths a thit.