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 keep widdle wabbits?"
As the shopkeepers heart melts, he gets down on his knees so that he's on her level and asks, "Do you mean a widdle white wabbit, or a thoft and fuwwy bwack wabbit, or maybe one like that cute bwown wabbit over there?"
She in turn, blushes, rocks on her heels, puts her hands on her knees and says, in a tiny, quiet voice,
"I don't think mt pet python weally gives a thit."