> A precious little girl walks into a pet shop and asks in the
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> > > sweetest little lisp, "Excuthe me, mithter, do you keep widdle
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> > > wabbitts?" As the shopkeeper's heart melts, he gets down on his
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> > > knees, so that he's on her level, and asks, "Do you want a widdle
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> > > white wabbitt or a thoft and fufffyyy bwack wabbitt or maybe one
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> > > like that cute widdle bwown wabbitt over there?"
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> > > She, in turn blushes, rocks on her heels, puts her hands on her
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> > > knees, leans forward and says in a quiet voice, "I don't fink my pet
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> > > python weally gives a thit."
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