A precious little girl walks into a pet shop and asks, in the sweetest little lisp, between two missing teeth, "Excuthe me, mithter, do you have widdow 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 widdow white wabbit, or a thoft and fuwwy, bwack wabbit, or maybe one like that cute widdow 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."
Sent by Prakash Bhartia
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