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 wabbit or a
soft and fuwwy bwack wabbit or maybe one like that cute
wittle bwown wabbit over there? She in turn puts her hands
on her knees, leans forward and says in a quiet voice:
"I don't fink my python weally givths a thit.