A precious little girl walks into a petshop and asks,in the sweetest little lisp, between two missing teeth " excuthe me mithter do you keep widdle wabbits"
As the shopkeepers heart melts he gets down on his knees so that he is at her level and asks" Doyou want a widdle white wabbit, or a soft and fuwwy bwack wabbit,or maybe a cute wddle bwown wabbit"
She, in turn blushes and rocks back 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"