>Widdle Wabbit
>A precious little girl walks into a petsmart 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."


I like that :-)