A dear little girl walks into a pet shop and asks,
in the sweetest little lisp, between two missing
teeth, "Excuthe me, mithter, do you keep 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 tiny quiet voice, "I don't think my python
weally gives a thit."
in the sweetest little lisp, between two missing
teeth, "Excuthe me, mithter, do you keep 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 tiny quiet voice, "I don't think my python
weally gives a thit."
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