A precious little girl walks into a pet shop and asks in the sweetest
little lisp, "Excuthe me, mithter, do you keep widdle wabbits?"
As the shopkeeper's heart melts, he 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 blushes, rocks on her heels, puts her hands on
her knees, leans forward and says in a quiet voice, "I don't fink my
pet python weally gives a toth."