A precious little girl walks into a PetSmart store and asks, in the sweetest little lisp, between two
"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 wabbit,or a thoft and fuwwy, bwack wabbit, or maybe one like that cute widdle
bwown wabbit over there?" She, in turn, blushes, rocks on her heels, crosses her little arms,
leans forward and says, in a tiny quiet voice,
"I don't think my python weally gives a thit."