A precocious little girl missing two front teeth, walks into a pet shop
and says to the shopkeeper, 'Excuthe me, mithter, do you have 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 quiet voice, 'You know, mithter, I don't
think my python will weally give a thyit.'
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