A precious lttle girl walks into a pet shop and asks in the sweetest little lisp.
"Excuthe me, mithter, do you keep widdle wabbits?"
As the storekeeper'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 thuffy bwack wabbit or maybe one like that cute widdle bwown wabby over there?"
She, in turn blushes, rocks on her heels, puts her hands on her knees to look the storekeeper right in the eyes and says in a quiet voice.
"I don't fink my pet python weally gives a thit."