A precious little girl walks into a pet shop and asks in the sweetest little lisp,

Excuthe me, mithter, do you keep widdle wabbits?

As the shopkeepers heart melts, he gets down on his knees, so that hes on her level, and asks,

Do you want a widdle white wabby, or a thoft and fuwwy back wabby, or maybe one like that cute widdle bwown wabby over there?

The girl, in turn, blushes, rocks on her heels, puts her hands on her knees, leans forward and says in a quiet voice,

I dont fink my pet python weally gives a thit.