A precious little girl walks into a pet shop and asks, in the sweetest lisp between tho missing front teeth, "excuthe me mithter do u keep widdle wabbits"

As the store keepers heart melts, he goes down on to his knees so that he is at her level and asks; "Do u want a widdle white wabbit or a thoft and furry bwack wabbit or a cute widdle  bwown wabbit over there"

She in turn blushes, rocks on her heels, puts her hand on her knees, leans forward and says in a tiny quiet voice, "I dont think my python weally gives a ****"