A little girl walks into a pet shop and asks in
the sweetest little lisp: "Excuthe me, mithter,
do you keep wittle wabbits?"

And the shopkeeper gets down on his knees, so that
he's on her level, and asks: "Do you want a
wittle white wabby or a soft and fuwwy bwack wabby
or maybe one like that cute wittle bwown wabby
over there?"

The little girl puts her hands on her knees, leans
forward and says in a quiet voice: "I don't fink
my pyfon really giveths a thit."