A precious little girl walks into a Petsmart shop and asks,

in the sweetest little lisp, between two missing teeth,

"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, puts her hands on her

knees, leans forward and says, in a tiny quiet voice, "I don't think

my python weally gives a thit."